On Loneliness
He is the truest of friends.
He is the truest of friends.
Observing my daughter from a distance, a familiar chord struck me inside. My daughter was me.
It’s easy to make assumptions and allow our minds to create a narrative based on partial truths that we know about each other.
We are created to dwell with God, and longing invites us to do just that.
When I entertain the ways I’m inadequate, I’m not believing God is who He says He is.
Without even trying, we take the knowledge God has granted to us and the good things he’s done in our lives and put ourselves smack dab in the center.
But God saw me, and his heart ached for me as my heart ached for my daughter.
I am not defined by failure, nor am I defined by fear.
It was a statement and a question all wrapped in one; she believed she could do it, but doubted it all at the same time.
But something began to happen. The more I tried to play, the more my desire increased to hear the written melody flow smoothly through my fingers.