A familiar statement rings true in my mind and heart tonight: God is good, and His mercy endures forever.
Things haven't turned out as I hoped, dreamed, or prayed. I didn't get all the instant miracles, I didn't win the lottery, and not every single person I begged God to keep in my life is still here.
And that is grace to my heart. I am falling in love with the process of dying. It is difficult in the moments of temptation, but it is so beautiful in the moments of worship. The feeling of hardness just falling away from my heart as I glorify His name is becoming my favorite.
