
I feel like a rope that has been braided in a certain way. Lately I feel that that braided rope has gotten tighter and tighter. The tighter it got the more organized I felt my life was. But now that rope is so tight, and I was somewhat comfortable with life, that it has quickly started to unravel. I felt the other night that my life was spinning out of control. After praying it hit me, Heavenly Father is braiding me in a different way now. My life isn't spinning out of control because He is in control. I am learning and growing so much. I am learning, slowly but surely, to submit to His will. The less I try and control things the easier it is for Him to mold me. I am becoming more like the Savior. Yes, there has been hard tears to cry (and really good ones too.) But if I look at the overarching picture I see that I haven't been unraveling but rather blossoming.

http://www.alligatorboogaloo.com/mengshui/?p=140. One of the comments on this blog says "... or a rooting tree." How beautiful!)
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Love those blossoming rope pictures, love you.
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