Red, blue, green, yellow. 1 knob, two knobs, 4 knobs. build them up, and take them down. Group them by number, and group them by whatever pattern he chose. Oops! They would Fall and he'd catch one. and the others would tumble.
Some days I feel like those blocks...
Classified by the way I look, act, feel, and the things I say. Built up, and torn down. Put into place without rhyme or reason. Falling, but only a piece of myself is caught before the others just disappear.
I know that God has already written my story. I know that his plans are perfect. I know that I don't have to "understand" everything....and I need to remind myself of this, and not just my husband...I know that I am constantly being molded into the person he wants me to be. He is making a "Build" for his glory and purpose.
I am trying...and I imagine that the trying was my first mistake...to handle things, but they keep getting more tangled.
I am worried...and as someone put it at church, worry means you don't trust that God is working fast enough...that things won't ever feel right again.
I am tired...which I imagine is exactly what God's purpose was, because if I'm too tired to worry or "try" then he has the reigns...yep, I'm just tired!
In the season of thanksgiving...I am tired, and I am watching and waiting while God makes a BUILD!
