Her Broken wing

How I can praise You with
all that I’ve gone through…
Maybe since my life was changed…
When this life brings me pain
But if that’s what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain
The dark clouds that may loom above
You are greater than my pain
By suffering Your destiny
So tell me what’s a little rain
So I pray
I Long before these rainy days  ,Mercy Me

We all have a thorn to bear, cross to carry and burden too heavy. Some more than others.  Some of us get the award for a tragic life including me. I’m crazily raising my hand, pick me Lord as if I would get an award. Sadly, it doesn’t work that way. I sometimes thought the more heartache we bear,  the closer we are in proximity to God when we get to Heaven. But that isn’t what the Bible says. Nor is it fair.

Our lives are forever changed during suffering. I grew closer to God after I got over being mad, I can look back and see the change. I can see how things would have  been if the hardship hadn’t occurred. For example, when I went into nursing recovery  I lost my job and was under a consent order for almost 5 years. This means I could be randomly drug tested anytime even when on vacation. I had to do self-reports and employer reports every quarter. I had a addictionologist that ended up causing more harm that good.

I’m not saying I want hardships cause like Lord I get it, I am on my knees. But if that is something I need, Your will be done.

Jesus, Bring the Rain

Connie

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