I am here in Netopia in Robinson's Metro East, downloading thesis
files and wondering how the heck I will be able to save them in my iPod
because I can't see a USB port near me (why doesn't this computer have
the close USB ports anyway?) so I don't know how I'm gonna work
here...so maybe I'll just do some Net stuff I'm bound to do later at
home and so I can really work there. So there.
The weekend is too long to document, and pictures will probably do
justice instead of words. But I don't have the photos with me yet, so
I'll just be posting them later. I do have something valuable though,
and it's what I was searching for this weekend.
The past weeks I've been struggling. To those who know me, you might
think I'm not because I'm always smiling or I'm always busy doing
something else. Truth be told, I'm really not okay.
I'd rather not divulge why I am struggling; it's something that only
a few people really know about. This is different from who I was before
because I'm actually not that comfortable in telling people this
particular struggle of mine. Two reasons: 1) talking about it with too
many people would make it a big deal and I don't want it to be a big
deal and 2) people might not understand why I am struggling.
The struggle is between me and God. It's a...battle between my
will and His, and I know that I will surrender to His will eventually.
But the control freak in me is fighting. Especially in this area of my
life.
What happened at the camp was another slap of reality, and I'm
disappointed at how it made me feel...I tell people I'm okay, but
really, I'm not. I want to cry, I want to get angry. But I can't. At
least, not yet. If ever I will cry, it's going to be when only God can
see me.
It's hard, but I'm surviving. I'm holding on to Him, because He's
the only one I can cling to, the only one who knows whats best for me,
who knows why these things are happening. He knows and understands,
even if I don't. And that is enough assurance for me.
God's love is enough. It was my talk for the camp,
and I believe in everything that God made me say that night. He alone
can satisfy me, he alone can make my life wonderful. So I'm letting go,
and I mean, REALLY LETTING GO. Like what Bea said, "Life is a constant surrendering to Him." He is enough.
It's not going to be easy. But I know God won't let His eyes off me.
The fire would be burning, but the Refiner knows what He's doing. And I
will hold on to that promise.
"Cause I'm not who I was when I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise You're not through with me yet
And if all of these trials would bring me closer to You
Then I would go through the fire if You want me to."
If You Want Me To, Ginny Owens