I am blown away by God's goodness.
In every single disappointment that has come my way this year, I look back and I see God's fingerprints over every single situation. He knew each of my sorrows, recorded my wanderings- He listed my tears in His scroll, collected them in His bottle. He saw every single tear shed. Each salty droplet that slid down my cheek, He took.
"Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?" -Psalm 56:8
There's no one more steadfast than Him.
When I placed my value in successes and failures, I spent my days walking on the route of a roller-coaster, and spent the nights sicking up a mix of insecurity, doubts, and the hounding fear of never reaching 'the mark'. The mark of what? Success? What defines success, anyway? I hardly even knew. I just didn't want to fall. But the nausea that came from eating the things of the world was starved away by partaking in the bread of life. The world and its things will pass away, but those who remain in His will abideth forever.
"And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." -1 John 2:17
