Sometimes, an hour on the beach lifts a weight you didn't even realize was crushingly heavy.
I've been in a funk all day. No particular reason, just lots of little things that really shouldn't bother me. But I let myself stew in sin juices for hours. I made it very clear to Mike that I wasn't happy. I was--gasp!--a bitch.
I let the Lord have it. I didn't want to....I wanted to clutch it close, keep it all to myself. But I went to the beach and puked all my mental, emotional, spiritual garbage at His feet via journal. And He was there. Not condoning my self-inflicted misery, but forgiving, extending grace, and promising to make something beautiful even of a day I ruined.
I love Him. And I need Mike to hurry up and get home so I can apologize.
Ohhh, I have had a rough couple of days... and I needed to read this. "Stewing in sins juices"... how very true and descriptive this is.. Ughh. It's choice we make, but seems so much like we don't have a choice sometimes. We do, we do, we do. I think I need a journal and a beach.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you, Nikki!
ReplyDeleteI've been missing the ocean with my journal lately. So glad you found the outlet on the water that you needed. It is such an amazing reminder of grace when we let it out and find the Jesus and our husbands take us back in spite of ourselves! Love you!
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