
I am going to admit something pretty embarissing, but no one can deny that they've done it. Last night, I cried myself to sleep. I really hit bottom and felt so alone (hints the pic of the broken jars). But the title of this blog isn't "Me with a view of the bottom". NO...it's about God answering prayer...
In the darkness of last night, I could only cry out to God. I had tried to call friends or talk to some one, but soon I realized that life in Riverside goes on with out me. It was just me and God. I admit that I denied ever wanting this and that I would do anything to just go home. What I realized then, was that God is answering my prayers of dying to my self and showing me a life of real sacrifice. (Yes...other's around the world are sacrificing more than me and in different ways). With no one else to talk to in those late hours, I was forced to rely on and talk to God first. To find true comfort in Him...no one else. No other friend or family member was there, just the Lord and I found He must satisfy even that part of my life. Sure, I've known that, but now I've experienced it. It's more difficult than I thought because I am more selfish than I realized, but it's good for my soul- I can feel it...I just know it!
Sometimes I get caught thinking that prayers aren't answered and that they are useless...but then God proves me to be a fool and a "Mr Thomas Doubter". It's been a long time comming and there's still a long way to go, but God is taking this fool and SHOWING her how to die to herself and trust HIM...
IT'S ALL TO BITTER SWEET...