Okay so I just have to say a lot of things. A LOT OF THINGS.
My life is going to be okay! It is!
And people can throw down on my conviction. Bring it on. Try and make me feel small.
Because here's the deal: You can.
I'm not too proud to admit that right now.
You have the capacity to make me feel stupid and weak and meaningless.
But oh man I'm so good at bouncing back. I can expand back to full-size.
Lately God does not mess around when he talks to me.
We do business.
He tells me what he needs me to do.
And I have to follow through before I can receive more.
Step. Go. Do.
I saw three deer in the yard today.
They did not run away from me. We just stared.
We saw clearly.
I was so moved.
I wish I could explain what it meant to me.
I am scared.
I have fear.
I move forward.
I think we want the same thing.
But that does not mean
We will see.
I don't have to know what it means.
Brooke showed me this today:
Alma 26:16—“Therefore, let us glory, yea, we will glory in the Lord; yea, we will praise God forever. Behold, who can glory too much in the Lord? Yea, who can say too much of his great power, and of his mercy, and of his long-suffering towards the children of men? Behold, I say unto you, I cannot say the smallest part which I feel.”
I can keep singing loud.
I can handle your choices.