Bla Bla Bla

There will always be those random moments of my past sneaking up in an attempt to steal my joy
Always pushing me into a whirlwind of half-trusting HIS plans
However who can reside in Christ and still feel helpless by such attempts
Not one, by dying to self, there is freedom in consistent renewal
Who can feel thrown back by something dead to them now
There is freedom in proclaiming that HE is bigger than lessons learned
And so we wait because we know that "the end of a matter is better than its beginning (Eccl. 7:8)

Because joy is found when we wreck, when we're totaled, realizing that were helpless without HIM
Joy is sustainable, happiness is fleeting.