As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. -- Isaiah 55:10-11

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I'd Love to Talk, but I'm Wrestling...

The post from earlier today and the next few days were written in my journal a week or so ago. I am not in the same place. Amazing to me how God finds me in my mental-encasing knot of "not working out the way I wanted", straightens the string, and transforms the picture so I see something totally new, but He does...and He did...

And I am fine...letting all the life-sucking ingredients go in, watching the life explosion come out.

But tonight, with my clock shining 11:11, I am contentedly wrestling, as though opening a giant present with a laughable amount of tape, knowing whatever I am wrestling to get to is good...because I'm not wrestling to hold on. I'm wrestling to take hold...

3 comments:

mizzbrizz said...

You go, girl! I love that rebuther attituude. Yea, God!

sharilyn said...

good for you!

Jerri Kelley said...

Thank you!!!!