Quietly I make my way to the couch, sinking deep into its soft cushions. Pulling my feet up and behind me, I drag the old quilt over my legs, and I sip on coffee black as the night. This is my thinking time, my time to wrestle through all of the thoughts that run rampant through my mind, causing my sleep to stay somewhere in the night – waiting to be beckoned to my side.
Questions fling freely from my mind to my only hope for answers. The One, the ONLY true Superstar, Morning Star, and my true North Star. Because there are days in everyone’s life that it seems all our dreams have turned into pumpkins and we lose a glass slipper; and you wonder if you are enough.
What is the plan?
Where do I go from here?
How do I accomplish all that you have place in my heart?
Am I the only one who feels these things? Hears these words? Wants this change?
Am I enough?
Where, where do I belong?
The answer comes as warm as the blanket that covers me, and sweeter than the coffee I sip:
You belong to Me.
My Grace is sufficient.
My Power is made perfect in weakness.
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