A year ago this day, I was sitting on my bed facing my closest friend.
I was spouting off my worries, fears, and rattling concerns.
All of a sudden, He pulled me in close by my shirt collar.
He spoke words that cut to my soul.
He spoke words that smeared over my anxieties.
I haven't heard words since, that cut to the soul like those did.
He pulled me in by my shirt and said, "It's gonna be ok."
Here I sit a year later.
and looking back I find that it was ok.
More than ok.
Better than. =]
"In the abundance and multitude of my anxieties and thoughts within me, Your comfort smears over, blinds, and cries out to my soul"-Psalm 94:19