bittersweet

journal entry. may 23, 2013

Bittersweet yet again.

But... it's as if I'm already used to this. These changes. These spontaneous transitions, absences, changes and things that I cannot control.
Sometimes I do get angry, abba, that you've set my life to be so... different. From the moment I was born.

You've set the picture quite clear though.
And I am trusting in You more and more. And I pray that I'll continue to do so.

Help me to not give into anything so easily. Help me to set my feet firmly in the ground. Help me to fight when I am cornered. Help me to shout when I want to be silent. Help me to sing when my enemy wants me silenced. Help me to dance when my feet wants to be tied to this world.

For you are good.
For you are good.

All things temporary.

Jesus, Jesus
How I trust him.

Jesus, Jesus.
Precious Jesus.

Oh for grace,
to trust Him more.

Yes indeed.
Yes indeed.
To surrender,
to die.

To sing,
to live,
to love,

to be His.

How sweet indeed,
How sweet it is...