Thursday, September 27, 2012
Slowly the fog that has had me in a headlock for nearly two days is lifting. Honestly? I didn't really feel right again until I got to the office today. I think I had too much of my own time on my hands; at work, there's no time for my own time. I'm dealing with everyone else's problems.
To that end, I felt better when I found this letter to "Dear Me" from A Holy Experience. It's easier to read than it is to do (believing it's all okay), but it reading it made me feel better.
" ...So really — you’ve got to believe it for your 16 year-old-self and 49 year-old-self and for yourself right now: really, it’s all working out okay.
Because God’s writing your story and He never leaves you alone in your story, and His perfect love absorbs all your fear and His perfect grace carries all your burdens, and your story is a happily ever after because Christ bought your happily ever after so you always know how this story ends:
You’re going to be okay.
Dear Self, tuck this away to read again whenever you need to know it again — and promise me, you’ll laugh and sing and dance a bit today?"
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