A Journey With My Thoughts: Month 1 in the Dominican Republic!

Change

Sometimes it comes and goes

and sometimes its constant 

Sometimes is easy and sometimes its just just as painful as a scraped knee

Sometimes we react with smiles and happiness, while other times its a painful mess.

In the midst of all that, seeds are planted in us by a God who loves us.

seeds that if nurtured well, will bare fruit that is full of beauty

If you open your eyes to see, in Gods time all those changes will reflect in you a light to add to the piece of your story that he is writing and give him glory!

 

All the pieces

I have many pieces  

Many of them I try to hide

and cover up the hurt with invisible bandaids

This month God has told me to break the bottle and stop hiding my hurt

Slowly, I am breaking the bottle, removing the bandaids and giving the pieces that I am trying to hold on to-to him

All the pieces

Pieces of my past

Pieces of my personality

Pieces of lies I have been believing 

Pieces of things that hurt, that are painful, broken and do not shine light within me or to others.

Little by little I am letting go, giving the pieces to God and discovering my true identity!

All the pieces

 

Believing and Imagining 

Sometimes its hard to believe

Sometimes I can only imagine

Sometimes its hard to believe I am here on this thing called the world race! 

Sometimes I can only imagine that these 33 people that are now my family were once just mere pictures on the screens of my devices a few months ago!

Sometimes its hard to believe that what I once was worrying about is now a testimony of faith and Gods goodness!

Sometimes I can only imagine where I might be if I wasn’t where I am now.

Sometimes its hard to believe that I am living out something that God has called me to!

Sometimes its hard to believe

Sometimes I can only imagine

But do I believe it? I sure do!

Do I still imagine? For sure!

 

Reconciliation 

Brokenness of a relationship 

Silence that is often times way too loud

There is no exchange of words but I still hear the sound of the conversation that was once being spoke

Reconciliation 

I miss the exchange of back and forth 

But I don’t miss the one way street that my feet sometimes traveled on.

It doesn’t always stick, its sometimes like a wound that keeps getting picked

Reconciliation

Its sometimes a joyful noise, like a cheerful hurray after a puzzle is completed-hurray!

Reconciliation

Lately its been a mixed bag for me

A mixture of emotions that I try not to let anyone see.

Learning who God is in my life in this season, entrusting my broken heart to him.

Reconciliation

 

Giving 

Its a beautiful thing 

Thinking of someone you love

Asking yourself what they would like 

What would make their day?

Its a heartfelt gesture

to think of someone else instead of yourself

It gives me joy to think of others

I love to give gifts to those whom I love 

Seeing their reaction

That they were thought of

That they were cared about 

Oh my heart!

Its a beautiful thin

Giving