Originally written September 3rd, 2015
"But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hand"
It was a year of struggles and disappointments, cutting deeper and longer than any I've felt before.
It was a year of yearning and waiting, being taught to trust the hand of the One Who works all things.
It was a year of growth and endeavours, quiet and unlooked for, sweet in their steadiness.
It was a year of goodness in the Gospel, of tasting that which is yet unseen.
And so I'm being conformed to the image of His Son, for in Him is the consolation of every heartache and the aim of every endeavour. He winds them all that they may spin to showcase Him. And in Him I am satisfied.
Twenty-Three Years Old.