A quickie

It is late, and I am very tired. I haven't made a post in a long time and I'm not really sure the reason. Maybe I have been busy, and maybe I justed haven't had anything to say. I feel like I am beginning to have some thoughts well up inside me though and know that they will begin to come out here.

I'm not suggesting that I will be making posts here everyday, but will be doing my best to make posts as I feel God giving me something to say.

So for tonight, here is what's been going on in my feeble mind. . .

I know that God always has our best interests at heart. I know that he will always be there for us no matter if we serve him or if we fall away from him. I am not saying that I personally have fallen away from him at all, but know that sometimes we can let ourselves slip into a state of thinking that is not healthy. There are so many things that I believe God has called me to be and sometimes it is difficult to tread through that mucky water. I don't think that God will ever put anything in our path that doesn't have a reason. I don't think he will ever give us more than what we can handle.

God will be ther when we need him
God will hear us when we call
God will pick us up when we are down
God will allow us to love without condition
God will give us the desires of our hearts, no matter what that may be, even if it is seeing a relationship be restored.
God will bring us from dark to light
God will live with us
God will direct every step of our lives
God will forgive us . . .

There is nothing that can separate us from God's love and I know that when we feel like nothing will give; when we feel like we are too far away from him, we realize that all we have to do is turn to him for strength, love, and forgiveness.

I don't know if any of this makes sense to you, like I said I am tired and it is late and I am just talking out loud here. Ponder on this . . . where in your life do you really need him today? Where are you secretly crying out for him? Remember, you are never but a conversation away from being in his arms. . .