Love Moved First
The things that break you, will also be the same things that make you.
It’s been 5 years since I lost Justin. It’s been 4 years since I lost Wendy. It’s been 3 years since I lost my brother, and 5 weeks since my mom died.
God the fucking hurt… hurts.
LOVE MOVED FIRST
As I mentally wrap up another September, I’m reminded of this: love will absolutely move first .
I have spent so many nights praying for all of this to change. For whoever is listening up there to make my life easier. I’ve spent sleepless nights up in arms with God begging Him to make this easier too. He hasn’t.
LOVE MOVED FIRST
He hasn’t made my life easier, He just made me stronger. He knew I couldn’t make the change, so ‘He became the change in me.’
God has never waited to find His way back to me. He never left. His love refuses to let my story end this way. He refuses to let me be a victim in circumstances He has given me tools to get out of. It’s taken me so many attempts to control my own life and FAIL, to realize that.
‘I remember where you found me’
God’s plan for your life makes sense, even when you think He’s full of shit.
Until next time,
~A
Ps. I’m currently living life with a God who rescues. It’s taken so much of me to get here though. Keep going. Your life matters. Your breaking point will be His breakthrough. I promise.
