tired thoughts...

I'm glad that sometimes I cant hold myself together.
That as much as I wish to be perfect, there are many wounds on my heart that I am unable to heal.
What would I do in those times when they are being pointed out one by one, if I did not believe in a Lord that understands how I feel, and works all things out for His glory.
Even my complete brokenness is useful to Him.

Sometimes I look to the sky and long to return home. How could any human being not experience such feelings, with the knowledge that they belong with a glorious and perfect God, in a place free of all traces of evil or pain?
It's difficult not to dream of the sun and its warmth, when you find yourself someplace comparatively dark and cold.

I havent forgotten to which I was called, yet...I dont think I have fully realized it either.

I'm glad that He isnt done with me yet.