God doesn’t write Disney stories.

–{I may expand on this in the future, but for now, here are my thoughts}–

His hurt, and His aren’t easy

and His are OH SO complicated we will never know all the details.

{Nor is any of those details ever forgotten by the Writer, nor is there ever apathy toward anything, or anyone at all}

And we can usually never EVER guess whats coming next.

And the impossible DOES happen

{the dead come back to life, and no, theres no, “well they weren’t really dead, they were just sleeping, or they were under a spell.” He’s raised people that were dead for days and their bodies ROTTING so much it smelled.}

And so in this, I’m glad, because as much as I hate it sometimes, and as much as being part of one of His stories hurts and is frustrating, I can know that indeed ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

Besides, all the twists and turns and unexpected in the end make my story more exciting. ♥

The purpose of pain.

All I’ve felt the past few days, and for several days in the past few weeks, is pain.

What’s the purpose of pain anyway if it just sucks?!

It tells us something’s wrong. It tells our hand to get away from the hot stove, it tells us not to cut ourselves, and the pain in our stomach tells us we’re hungry and in need of nourishment. It tells us when someone has hurt us that it shouldn’t be this way. When someone we love is far away we MISS THEM and our heart hurts and it’s because we’re supposed to be WITH them. When were lonely, the pain is telling us we were made to have connection. When we feel violated or injured we are being told that we should be being LOVED.

I’m not a fan of pain, but it happens, and it has a time, a place, and a purpose.
I just hope I get what I can learn from it and I don’t forget to listen.

‎”we’d never know what’s wrong without the pain…”