Today has been....oh you know..."one of those" days.
Quite honestly, I woke up this morning mad.
Mad at everything that is happening, and at everything that is NOT happening.
mad at God.
Why is it that when I feel like I need answers most, He remains quiet? I mean, common! I am trying here! Trying to trust, trying to do what He asks...and I get nothing!
But then again, "nothing" does not seem fitting.
As I look at this picture, I am reminded of something He did say a couple days ago. I am reminded that He is not quiet, because as I made this shirt, he spoke to me and guided my creativity.
I am also reminded that I am simply not listening. He is speaking, and I am too caught up in demanding answers that I want, and not willing to sit down, be still, and recieve the truth that He offers.
Life that is wrapped up in Christ's death. And only by His death , by the shedding of blood from hands, feet and side, do I truely have life.
And because of death I have everything.
And that is the truth. That is life. As it should be.
And I complain that I have nothing.
And I demand that I need answers.
But really, I don't.
(the shirt above is called "redemtion". I made it for myself last week....didn't know it was speak to me today!)
back to Imperfect Prose http://canvaschild.blogspot.com/