sometimes starting a new journal is hard
It’s been a rough couple of days. I’m searching for contentment, rest, and comfort but I can’t seem to find it. I know true rest is found at the feet of Jesus, but by golly I cannot seem to attain it.
I know it as truth, I know it will bring relief, but I feel like every time I battle for it I lose.
Living inside this flesh is hard, especially when I know it’s all so temporary. But I must endure.
The Lord has been reminding me I don’t have to make myself perfect, or even clean, before His thrown. I could go my whole time on earth battered, broken, and full of heartache. But as long as I am seeking His face and making every effort to move closer to His kingdom the ending of my story will not change. I will return home to Him.
how are my friends all so beautiful?? I don’t get it??
❝ I will not be your “sometimes”. ❞
a proud, proud fan of twenty one pilots. I don’t have words to describe the influence this band has