Trapped

     There are some days when it all catches up to you. Whatever you escaped from, whatever you're running from, whatever you're healing from, whatever you're moving on from, it's going to be a long process; and there will be days when those pieces of the past that you want to bury will awake with the hunting instincts of the living dead. And you find yourself trapped - hiding in the closet with an axe for when they finally break through the door. Or maybe that's just me.
     It's days like these - when the Enemy's set his sights on me to throw it in my face, and I can't escape on my own - that I am so glad that my God is so much bigger than that. That He has given me a victory and identity that extends beyond what my emotions are telling me. That what I feel in the present is not what will be true tomorrow; it doesn't alter God's plan the slightest bit.

     I finished a good book today (I'll tell you about it in a later post) that reminded me of how wonderful and ultimately perfect God's plans truly are. They are plans that lead to happiness, adventure, miracles, and wonder even if the road there is tumultuous and long. This means that no matter how trapped or enslaved by my past I feel today, there is always a greater future waiting for me filled with God's vastness and glory. This is the hope that sustains every true Christian.

I see God...
                   when I have hope for escape.