There are times in life when you have to face thing’s head on whether you want to or not. Without divulging too much personally I am willing to reveal that I am in that time. It is not my choice. But my past has slipped through the cracks in my armor and I have to deal with these things before I can begin to mend the holes again.
Mending. Always mending.
The difficulty of it all is not even the problems of the past that have crept in again, it is the emotion of it all. The hurt that has been long forgotten comes swiftly, engulfing me as though no time has passed. As though the healing that took place was really just a lousy patch job.
But through it all, in a way that I cannot describe or even fully understand…I hold strong.
Because I know that although my anxieties rise at the moment, I will again begin to mend what is broken. And the things I cannot control will be controlled by someone better. The things that seem impossible will be decided by the One who can do all things.
And I decide that if my fortress is Christ…then I will not be shaken.
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