Revived.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
For the longest time now, I doubted a lot about my faith, the existence of my God and even felt that the times I undeniably felt His love for me was all a hoax.
It felt like I was in a dark, empty well. I saw only a small portion of the sky. The portion where only my pain and weariness were visible. The invisible love of my God seemed no where in sight. Each time I ran from Him, I sank deeper and deeper into that well.
My soul was in a drought and my mind and heart running on its own meagre strength...
Until that night.
I hadn't planned to spend time with Him.
It was out of duty that I prayed.
I prayed like a broken record.
Repeating the same things over and over.
Though I know meant every word.
But He definitely heard me.
In that instant I was reminded.
Reminded of His immense love for me.
How I wished I wasn't that stubborn mule.
Rachel wrote in the pages of her life at 10:14 AM
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