Today, I wanted to start writing to let out all of the frustration and hurt that I am feeling.  I wanted to cry out about all of my frustrations...and all of the hate I perceive as being directed toward me...and all of the brokenness of my heart this week...and all of the fear that I have...but then I read this...

"[I] close my eyes, open my hands and just sit.  And He fills up my spirit with just one word, enough.


Enough.


Jesus.


Jesus bent and carrying my burden.  Jesus with nails in His hands and water, living water flowing from His side. And even when I think that I have learned this already, He teaches me AGAIN. 


Jesus.


I look around...again and He whispers softly, "I died for you."  And His ways are not my ways but I trust them and I am thankful for the mess, ever pulling me back to Him.  And peace, oh how it passes understanding" (Katie Davis).  

It is a mess, and I am scared...and I am hurt...but I am full of JOY!  When I allow myself to be consumed by the promises of God instead of the things that seek to infiltrate my heart, there is a peace which passes understanding.  There are far too many people who refuse to allow this peace to penetrate their heart for me to take it for granted...ever...for even one second.  Christ always has...and always will be...enough.