God made me cry today. It was a good cry. It was a cry of relief and of peace and of joy.
I've been having an internal battle with myself for weeks now. As the end of my college career approaches, more and more questions plague me. I know that God is faithful, but I get distracted by my fear of failure. I trust that God has a plan, but I continue to consider that maybe it's all up to me.
Today, I sent my dad an email. I told him of "my" plans and the things that I've been praying about and trusting God for. I told him that I knew God was good and that I knew He wouldn't let me down. But inside, my flesh, my tendencies to assume that I will fail, nag at me.
So God, in His overwhelming love and faithfulness, reminded me once again that He sees me. And that He won't let me down.
"No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in you!"
These are pretty much the same words I had used to tell my dad about what I was thinking.
I read these words and couldn't help but cry.
How can I fear when God is my shield? How can I doubt while His promises remain? Who am I to insist that I am the exception? I'm not. I'm God's precious daughter, and He will withhold no good thing. He will bless the one who trusts in Him. My God is good.
Love, krystal.
