I need them. I need words.
because if I don’t write they’ll come out as tears.
but they’re not coming and I just turn and ask God to fill me with Himself and thank Him for His faithfulness ’cause this is a heart that wanders and these are hands that harm.
but, grace, God doesn’t leave me here.
when the world feels like a place of big, selfish five year olds,
when Christmas songs feel worse than circus clowns,
when loving feels like losing,
He says, “I know.”
I need them. His Words.
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” Heb. 4:15-16, ESV