And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you're wounded and broken when you're actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.
...this story of a damsel, who thought of the ridiculous - that she could drain the brook by the bucket...
The wonder of love can get murky through the scrapes of life. And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control. Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
Doesn't He who bring you to the point of birth not bring forth the new and great within you? So don't for a second ever doubt that God's silent behind your heartbreaks or that He's quiet in all your sufferings
That time isn't for us to preserve or squander, but to lay down, and give away. And the thrum of our heartbeat can't be hoarded, but can be hummed to, by the many impacted by our living, and our loving.
We can listen long enough to the problems we see in us and forget the depth of reality of who He's made us to be.
In hearing God's voice for our own lives, we may be tempted to question if something is within God's will or not by how smooth-sailing and problem-free the journey is, which is not what the Bible teaches the Christian life to be.