I am so thankful for life.
So thankful that I can breath.
I'm so thankful that I can trust and rest.
Because when I (or try to) hold life in my own hands,
it falls apart. Makes a mess.
And every time I realize what I've done, even when I think it's too late,
and I offer that mess up to Jesus with open hands,
He is so willing to even take it and make it into something beautiful for His glory.
Things look messy for me, because self seeks that glory due to Him for itself.
Because "I" want to be known.
"I"...