I lie awake and wonder how...

Layout Provided By FreeCodeSource.com - Myspace LayoutsI know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn
And all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes
And on that day when we look backwards We will see,
that everything is changed And all of our trials, will be as milestones on the wayAnd as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart And there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends
--Thrice
Funny thing I've learned about self-pity...
it makes me completely numb to everyone else's pain.
It makes me totally blind to others' suffering.
And it makes me pretty much useless to God.
"For He makes everything beautiful in its season..."
These lyrics and this scripture pretty much sum it all up for me... Christ is the author of all beauty, love, truth, and peace-- and so skilled is He that creating those things that He can even weave the torn, tattered, bloodstained fabric of my own soiled, sin-wrecked life into something far more beautiful than I could possibly imagine. I will never understand a love that runs so deep that no matter how far I walk away from Him, or how deeply I hurt Him, He never turns and walks away... He always waits, loving me just as much, for me to come back. It's amazing...
That realization is my constant source of peace... it's difficult to stay frightened or discouraged when I watch each area of my life that I surrender to Him bloom into something fantastically beautful, and watch Him turn every heartbreak and struggle and seemingly pointless fight into a bridge to someone else's broken heart.
Jesus Christ is amazing, wonderful, and completely beyond my vocabulary's power of description. I've never yet encountered a situation to horrible for Him to turn around, or a life that's too destroyed for Him to mend it. He's my answer for everything, only because I'm daily discovering that nobody and nothing can form and direct my life better than the One who created it.
I believe that life is too precious to just be lived... that every moment not spent revelling in the purpose for which I was created and designed is a moment that I'm wasting.
Many people that I meet seem to think of faith in the light of closing one's eyes and stepping off a clif... the faith that I know is that of a small child being carried tightly in their daddy's strong arms-- it's the child's assurance that their daddy won't let them fall, ever. My faith exists simply because every day my life shows me more clearly that I am securly wrapped in the strong arms of a Father that will never ever let me fall.
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