The Healer's Touch: For real?

Sometimes living a multipurposed, multitasked life, makes me so flustered and cluttered that I lost touched on what that matters the most.

The biggest challenge for me in university thus far is still finding peace.

Many times the battle rages within me even if I had chosen to do what was right.

The boiling resentment was still inside, the voice that yelled "you know you could have it all if only you would just..."

Things that at times I really wonder whether I am doing it out of obedience or what?

How much longer can I stand when time and time again I feel truly alone, abandoned, unwanted.

And as I struggle I want to proclaim that I rejoice in the trails of these. I know God has His plans and I choose to trust, bit by bit, everyday a step.

And I don't want to miss anypart of God's plan for me.

May a new soul be birth out of all these pain, a soul that glorifies His name, a soul that loves Him.

Him who
I stubbornly cling on to,
created me from dust
protected me from the clutches of evil
delivers me from the snares of the enemy
died for me on Calvary
forgives me with His blood
heals me by His stripes
dwells in me with His Spirit
communes with me with patience
refines me with fire
restores me with His nail pierced hands
guides me in His path.
loves me, tenderly, personally, powerfully, mightily, passionately.

Agape.

For real?
Absolute-definately.

Psalm 30
I will exalt you, O Lord,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

O Lord my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.
O Lord, you brought me up from the grave;
you spared me from going down into the pit.

Sing to the Lord, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.
For his anger last only a moment,
but his favour last a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.

When I felt secure, I said,
"I will never be shaken."
O Lord, when you favoured me,
you made my moutain stand firm;
but when you hid your face,
I was dismayed.

To you, O Lord, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:
"What gain is there in my destruction,
in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Hear O Lord, and be, merciful to me;
O Lord, be my help.

You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.
that my heart will sing to you and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever.

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For real?