What is wrong with me?
I'm always talking about my feelings and stuff. Must be blooming into a girl, mentally. Ha.
This past week or maybe a couple of weeks now, have been a moment of pure, raw faith. Not for me, necessarily because in all honesty, I personally have no drama in my life. I kid not. Whatever drama I do have, it's all my friends' dramas. I take up the burden of others' problems and treat them as my own and pray about it. There's something unique about that, you know? A prayer is different when you pray for it as your own rather than someone else's.
One friend, amongst a handful, has been going through some serious stuff past couple of weeks. So I prayed. It's easier said than done, this 'having faith' action. I literally went to the bottom of the barrel, scraping the burnt leftover fragments because I was really at the end of my rope. I was asking God,
"Seriously? You're going to push it THIS far? Did you FORGET we are still humans?"
I shouldn't be so crass with God. He sort of keeps me alive. But lack of faith causes lack of respect sometimes.
But I kept the faith, because all around me, everywhere I went, I heard this voice whispering, "God does not abandon. God is the God of miracles. Even when I can't see ANY results, God is a God of miracles." And I woke up in the morning to the sound of that voice. I opened the Bible, and there it was...every single day, the same promise but in a different chapter or verse. I kid you not, I was getting clear messages, every single day. So I believed I wasn't crazy and sure enough...
...at the very last second...
...of the very last day...
...in the most unlikely of circumstances...
...in the eye of impossibility...
God opened a door where there was absolutely no door to be opened.
Miracles STILL happen...right now.
