I'd like to say that, one hour into the Chinese New Year, it's already going really good. But I can't. I'd be lying. I'm just remembering now at the beginning of my "blogging experience" with this blog...that I said something about revealing my life at its most raw. This is it. Tears have already been shed and I've already been broken. Words that I'm ashamed of have already been screamed in my head. It's just adding emphasis to my last post - a new year doesn't always mean new things. Some things continue to force themselves to be prevalent in our lives no matter how much we say we don't need them to be there.
I seriously don't know. All I know is that in the tears I was able to blindly pick up my older-than-life guitar with twangy strings that need replacing (what am I saying. The guitar itself needs replacing:P) and play it. I started playing every song I knew until I could calm down...and the song that did the job was one that I was singing to God.
The Lord is gracious and compassionate
Slow to anger and rich in love
The Lord is gracious and compassionate
Slow to anger and rich in love
And the Lord is good to all
He has compassion
On all that He has made
As far as the east is from the west
That's how far He has removed our transgressions from us
As far as the east is from the west
That's how far He has removed our transgressions from us
Praise the Lord, oh my soul
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord, oh my soul
Praise the Lord
Always reminding me just Who is sovereign. Thank you, my Heavenly Father. I love you.
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