Count It All Joy

I find myself way too often trying to carry the weight of the world. I've allowed myself to be fooled by the illusion of false hope disguised with all the fun things of the world. That's it, right there, "Of the world". My strength alone is not going to further my walk in life. Rejecting all help and calling it "independent" is just plain out foolish. My strength is not of this world, but of God. God is the one true supplier of strength. Worldly strength can only get you up to the point of destruction, but what about after that? Where do you look for help? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth, the maker of everything. Yes, everything from the mountains to the little speck of dirt that lies upon the ground that the human eye can't single out from an upright perspective. Everything from the detailed artwork of the human eye or face to the inner bones of the body. All animals from the east to the west. He is the ultimate artist and He allows us to see his artwork daily. He is the painter and we are his masterpiece. It's hard to believe that even after all the trials and suffering your life can be pieced together and made into a beautiful, spontaneous piece of art. But relying on the one true God will lead to great things. Trust in him even when you can't see the rest of the painting. He can see the whole thing. He knows where you're going. He knows the pain and joy that lies ahead. He will never leave your side. Cling to the God who never takes his eyes off of you because he loves and cares about you that much. Surrender your all at the feet of Jesus.

Thy will be done, thy will be done.

I have won & I have lost. I got it right sometimes But sometimes I did not. Life's been a journey I've seen joy I've seen regret, Oh & you have been my God through all of it.