Not broken, just slightly sprained

I've been on a bit of an emotional roller coaster the last few weeks. God is moving and changing things quickly. And I am going with the flow, for the most part. It's exciting, scary, overwhelming...to say the least. I feel such a change and I'm excited about it. But, then there's this part of me that is a mess. I have some deep hurts that I haven't wanted to look at or even mention because of the sheer fact that it would hurt so much. I thought by ignoring them, they would go away. Let me tell you now: they don't go away! They lurk there reminding you of why you aren't whole, or worthy, or pretty, or a good person. Then they taunt you with your deepest fear and tell you that in fact, that fear that you've believed is truth.

Thankfully I had the lovely Carol Pettigrew to talk with on Saturday when I needed to cry and confess, "I'm broken". She being the lovely and devoted friend that she is, told me I wasn't broken and proceeded to build me up in only a way that Carol knows how. I love her to pieces. And I'm thankful she was there to pick me up when my mind was running away with me. God has been speaking to me a lot about discipline, beauty and trust in Him. Three very different subjects, yet they all correlate to my life right now; and are somehow meshing into one big lesson of love from the Lord.

I'm a bit hesitant to hit this straight on, but I know the Lord is good and He only has my best in mind. So, even though it hurts to walk this path, I will forge ahead and remind myself He is with me, even in the darkest places.