A couple of weeks ago, I woke up to the week in a slump. It wasn't fun. All I wanted to do was roll up into a ball and count the speckles of dust floating through the room.
This week was different though and it warms my heart knowing that.
After what seemed like decades, the slump I was in alleviated. What was amazing though was it was through no fault of my own. It wasn't anything I did or didn't do. It was all from Him.
I don't talk about my faith very much on here but I want to. Why do I hide it away? I am nowhere near ashamed of it. Rather I am proud of it. It is a healer, a giver, a lover, a protector and most importantly a saviour.
Over the last few weeks I have forgotten my faith. I forgot about it's power and its ability to heal me from my troubles and because of this I landed myself into many troubles of my own.
I was angry, depressed, envious and just plain ugly on the inside. I didn't like myself and I don't think many other people did either.
On Sunday I was reminded of the power of faith and it hit me, it hit me hard. I felt something take over my body, I felt a darkness escape from the deepest corners of my soul and in its place came a warmth that hugged my body tight. My eyes wept, wept hard, as if washing away the troubles I had been facing and I knew that something that night had changed within me. I felt happy and that in itself felt amazing.
The darkness was gone, and even if it was to be temporary, it was gone.
The last few days have been great. I have felt more patient, more loved, more gracious, more humble and more me. I don't know how long this will last but I am going to try to hold out as long as I can.
Today I came into work, made myself some tea, watered my cactus, put up the work Christmas tree and said a little prayer. A little prayer in thanks of my Lord Jesus Christ, praising him for his wonder, his love and his grace.
I pray that all of you are filled with warmth this week and if you are, please...please don't let it go.