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Dear Lord.
This is how half of my journal entries begin. The other half choose different names for God.
"First can I tell You that I'm so tired of this needing to be brought before You over and over again?
Yet, I apologize because your Spirit softly rebukes my heart, "How can you measure where you feel you should be right now? To what do you compare? I the Lord judge the hearts of man. Release it again."
God told me not long ago that He wasn't a girlfriend. He is God, and His friendship requires that I bring everything - over and over again - before Him even when I feel like 'I should be done with this by now.'" - 11-4-11
This is the nature of my personal journal - deep thinking, honest - God honest - rawish material of a processing heart.
The reason why I shared a small excerpt from my personal thoughts before the Lord is simple: this is where I was a year ago. I was stuck, and the Lord was encouraging me forward to be faithful and persistent in the rut. What I didn't know was that come the new year, the Lord would be launching me into a season of unwrapping.
The gift? Myself.
Sound self centered? Nope. Quite the contrary. Let me explain.
