Rocks are pounded by the sea, second after second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year, lifetime. In, out, In, out. In, out. So God is big enough to take that from me. His feelings about me do not change. But I do. Sometimes I am gentle, almost caressing; sometimes I am flat and grey. Sometimes I am full of life and sparkle; sometimes I am angry and full of pain. Sometimes I am listless. Sometimes I long for the shore; other times I never want to get there. Regardless of how and who I am that day, that hour, that minute, God accepts me unconditionally.
He remains, he is constant, he is unchanging.
He is God.
2 comments:
You always sparkle!
Absolutely beautiful Ruthie, just like you! xx
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