I received some news late last week that dissapointed me. A lot. I was very sad. Then upset, then sad again and now I've come to my senses and I'm back to dissapointed but understanding. In short, I had a tantrum... and I'm 30, so that's not cool.
I hate that. I hate when I allow myself to feel sorry for myself. Ugh! I have such a blessed life and even thinking about being sad about something that just is, is pretty ridiculous.
Things don't always turn out the way I hope but they turn out the way they are supposed to. Always. Knowing, resting, understanding that God's plan is always good and right and wonderful is where my heart belongs.
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