Yes, this you whose had a weary life. This is for the you who feels about near the end and is wondering why in the world should I keep on keeping on. This is for the you who can't sleep and who is worried about life, covered in anxiety, and wondering if you can stand up under it all.
This is for the you who is afraid that life doesn't hold too much.
One day I'm going to be one of those old ladies with an old weathered face with stories at my fingertips; stories of great tragedy and stories of great triumph. My greatest hope is that I have stories of beauty to tell.
Maybe the stories can be simple- about people I've met who've inspired me.
Maybe they can be stories of what God has stretched me to do and I've wildly submitted to while shaking in my boots.
Maybe the stories will be the very best with lights out and flashlights and images of martyrs and their shields of faith in far of lands with the bible stretched open before my fingertips and a smile of delight on my face- knowing I've fought the good fight and still believe in the treasures of this book.
If I'm so lucky as this, I am lucky indeed.
I can't decide the future. I can only decide how to live now.
This blog was born out of a time in my life where I was struggling and life was hard. At the time, I didn't see how flowers could bloom in the garden of my soul. It was dark in there, but I clung to God's truth that he is good and that "suffering produces perseverance, perseverance character, and character, hope." I believed that in time, Flowers will Bloom.
