In a certain year, i came across a statement which returned to my thoughts again and again.
Pain plants the flag of reality, in the fortress of a rebel heart.
Pain reduces us to a primary level, the level of dependence on our God. While we stretch out full length on him, everything within us that is useless and abrasive is simply melted away. Those who were hard and harsh are humbled in Him. Those once proud and self-sufficient are drawn to their knees. Suffering reveals our creature status. We are not all Wise or infinite in strength. But God is, and we need him. We were created to need him desperately. Sometimes it takes coming to the end of ourselves to see that God knows.We need to take everything we have ever hoped to be and simply place it all in the nail-scarred hands of our loving Lord. And lean hard upon his words.
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Bumblebeeworks
Fantasy"I've been thinking about what you said. You said we could never be cool and i think you are right. What's bothering me is that for a second i believed you were wrong. That there was hope for us, for the future. That when two people from two differe...
