joy

Happy Sunday, y’all!

I woke up this morning from a dream I didn’t ask God for but I was so grateful to receive. Last night was difficult for me and I cried because I felt so weak. I wished I was stronger. I couldn’t believe the emotion I felt and how hard it was to regulate.

I got up and wrote a little to help get the emotion out of me and into something else. I usually try to sleep it out but that just wasn’t working last night.

So I got up to write.

I pulled out my phone flashlight to write by.

And on the windowsill was a little ladybug.

You literally can’t make this up.

So I wrote.

I turned off my flashlight and went to bed talking to God out loud.

Maybe it’s crazy but it’s the way I live my life. Talking boldly, taking action, afraid of what’s to come but ready to face it head on.

I woke up with a sense of security that joy was near. Joy has a habit of returning. My dream showed me distractions, desires, and safety.

"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us."

Romans 8:18

This verse has followed me for the past couple of years. Whenever I would make a wish in a fountain or on a star I would wish for the same thing. Peace and Happiness. But recently it has changed.

Recently I’ve been wishing for God’s plan for me to come to fruition.

I feel a calling like no other and I’m honored to walk this crazy, scary, unmarked path. It’s much harder than I imagined??? But at the same time, exciting.

I may not be ready for what’s about to transpire in my life. Despite never having felt ready a day in my life, I am aware that God has not given me anything I could not handle, grow from, and overcome triumphantly.

So, despite the trial and how easy it is to give in to the darkness… I am stronger than I have ever been.

I seek joy.

Thanks for listening,

Perlizbeth