For every broken road that brought confusion, anger, doubt and fear, thank You.
For every night I lay prostrate before the throne pleading and You silently waited, thank You.
For swinging a wrecking ball into my heart for noble purpose, thank You.
For allowing what You hate to accomplish what You love in my life, thank You.
For watching me choose a pit over shady green pastures and never leaving my side, thank You.
For hearing my mocking voice among the scoffers and enduring the cross anyway, thank You.
"This is who asks us to trust him when he calls on us to suffer." -Joni Eareckson Tada, When God Weeps"
Consider it all joy. Consider it all grace.
YES! Yes, Iike I've never before been able to say!
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