My note to God...

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I learned something yesterday and today. I learned that hard times can be a blessing in disguise, because it is in hard times, that I am drawn closer to God. It is in hard times, that I realize He will not give me anything I cannot handle. He already knows my strength. I am yet to discover it.
So today, I sat down and I wrote a note to God. It went something like this:
I thank you God for making me the way I am
The tall freckle faced girl who always stood at the back of all the class pictures
The teenager who was considered ‘different’
The young woman who always felt too much
The young woman who has now been moulded into who You want me to be
There are many things I am thankful for Lord, and these do not even begin to cover it all, but I thought I should at least start somewhere
There is no one who knows my heart the way You know it
There is no one who loves me the way You do
When I feel pain, there is no one who understands it better than You do
Therefore, when I am overwhelmed with emotions, as I am now, I know that only You can make sense of it
I know that only You can give me the answers to the questions I have not yet asked
So today Lord, I write this note, because when I am lost and confused, I know that I need to seek refuge in You
And when it feels like the world is against me, because of who I am, or who I am not, I thank You Lord that You are for me
Thank you Lord that I never conformed or tried to fit in, because I know You wanted me to stand out!!
I love You.

Your Daughter…


Take Care

Miss Stone

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