If words held more meaning I could tell you, I could really tell you that God was good.
I notice the world and all it holds. Death, disease, and pains of every kind plague our thoughts and keep us from our truest potentials. I have spent hours writhing in emotional pains over issues in my own life as well as intense prayers for others. I don't have any idea how to stop the hurt from coming while at the same time work through what is. I want to fly... I want freedom, I want to finally be able to breathe the purest of intentions. I want Him and all of Him, in me and surrounding all of my life.
But for right now thats not the way that it is. Reality is that darkness is here, and we are looking for those cracks of life. The cracks in the darkness where we can temporarily see hope. Those small moments help us to see in the darkness for miles around. "I'm at work," He says.
I can't help but smile, I can't help but laugh, I can't help but feel freer. Something is coming and He is at work.
If words held more meaning I could tell you, I could tell you that God is Good... He will show you, then you won't have to say a thing.
