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Hold fast

One of my all time favorite singers is Michael W. Smith. I've listened to him from the age of 18 til...well....now. The results of the elections last night has really made me think about a lot of things. Where my life is and where I am heading it. No one is placing me on the road I am on. I'm doing it to myself. I'm living my life for me and I'm making such a mess of things. I'm not completely unhappy with my life. I'm doing the best I can but keeping my head just above water is not the way to live. To worry constantly about things is not the way to live. To have the fear of breast cancer foremost in my mind is not the way I want to live. I need more. I need something I can hold onto. To see the light at the end of the tunnel. To know that I am loved unconditionally and the only requirement for me to have complete happiness and know that there is so much more for me in life is to give Him my life. He wants nothing more from me but to love Him and know that He will take care of me. It's not difficult. So why did it take a frightening man to become our president elect to make me realize I need to straighten up?

I am not a religious person and I do not see myself ever being religious. Religion and an intimate and personal relationship with God are two completely different things. My relationship with Him needs to be repaired. I have done so much damage to it. What is tough to wrap my mind around is...He doesn't hold that against me. He loves me anyway and accepts me back with open arms. How can I be worthy of that? I'm not. I'm just thankful He looks past everything and forgets it.

There is a song Michael W. Smith sings that I believe every Christian needs to hold onto during this time in American history. It's called "I will be here for you". I truly believe things are going to get bad before they get better. As long as we know that God will not test us beyond what we can handle and keep our eyes upon His light and that He is watching out for us...we will not fall. It's just not taking it into our hands and fouling it up that we need to be careful of. There is a plan...we just need to have faith.

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