wraith89

<p><p><p><p><p>Now THAT I understand so much more than anything else in the world--when all it ever feels like is that you're praying to the wall. Or the ceiling. It's generally the wall for me, though. </p></p></p></p></p>

<p><p><p><p><p> My heart is never willing to hear much of what God is saying either. But it's like he's screaming through the wind, in those silent, heart-piercing whispers. Pleading, it seems. In my humanity I just turn and walk the other way, with tears dripping painfully. And when subtle rejection hits like that, so does the guilt, which Satan just LOVES to play with like silly putty. </p></p></p></p></p>

<p><p><p><p><p>Galatians 6:7 states ~ "Do not be decieved. God cannot be mocked. People reap what they sow." That brings me much comfort. Though we may be facing a valley...there's always the other side. The greener grass is out there, but we need to be willing to risk the pain of darkness to reach it.</p></p></p></p></p>

<p><p><p><p><p>Thanks. What have I done this weekend?! *mutters about not having a life*</p></p></p></p></p>