Many of you may have read THIS post on Monday. Well, today a very dear friend of mine, who I had shared a little with on Sunday sent me THIS link. Very timely and much appreciated- so- I am asking for help- help in living here:
"And I’m sure if I were able to untangle all the emotion wrapped in and around these questions, somewhere deep inside I would find this girl doubting God’s love for her.
I did. I remember being single, the only one of my friends without a boyfriend, and wondering why. I would see these nice boys and think God could make one of them fall in love with me but He doesn’t. And that hurt.
But here’s the thing I wish I had known then… I must process this through the filter of God’s love not through the tangled places of my heart.
When I process things through the tangled places of my heart, often the outcome is, “If God loves me so much, why would He allow this happen?”
Instead when I process things through the filter of the absolute assurance of God’s love, the outcome is, “God loves me so much therefore I have to trust why He is allowing this to happen.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, God’s love for us is fiercely tender and He will go to great lengths to protect us, provide for us, and put us in positions that allow us to grow. We may not understand it. We may not like it. But we can rest in the absolute assurance of His love.
I took the mom’s hand who was asking for advice and told her to help her daughter rewrite the way she is processing this. It is okay to feel hurt, lonely and sad. But these feelings shouldn’t be a trigger to doubt God’s love for her. They should be a trigger to look for God’s protection, provision and possible growth opportunities."
(this was excerpted from the blog entry that I linked up above). How can you help? By just encouraging/reminding me to rewrite my process! I don't generally post things like this on this blog (I actually have another one where i could so but am choosing to put it here because your comments the other night were so encouraging and uplifting)