Rebecca Pullins
116/365: This wall I built is breaking; this shell I formed is cracking.
As humans, we all have fears. Mine? I fear rejection and abandonment. So over time I've built walls and formed shells. I refuse help and swear I must do it on my own. But I can't. And God is slowly and painfully chipping away at that shell. The cracks are forming. This will be a painful, yet beautiful time. I'm in a period of training with God. Don't ask me what this means, it is far too complicated. Just that God is transforming me into His tool, His vessel. And I'm more excited than I could ever express. God is so good. Through my doubt and fears and apprehensions and attempts to take control, He has gently whispered "Be calm, my child. Have peace and rest in me. If you allow me, I will take care of you. Be calm, my beloved daughter, Bethiah."
Wonderful, wonderful. Oh, precious Jesus, you rock my world.
116/365: This wall I built is breaking; this shell I formed is cracking.
As humans, we all have fears. Mine? I fear rejection and abandonment. So over time I've built walls and formed shells. I refuse help and swear I must do it on my own. But I can't. And God is slowly and painfully chipping away at that shell. The cracks are forming. This will be a painful, yet beautiful time. I'm in a period of training with God. Don't ask me what this means, it is far too complicated. Just that God is transforming me into His tool, His vessel. And I'm more excited than I could ever express. God is so good. Through my doubt and fears and apprehensions and attempts to take control, He has gently whispered "Be calm, my child. Have peace and rest in me. If you allow me, I will take care of you. Be calm, my beloved daughter, Bethiah."
Wonderful, wonderful. Oh, precious Jesus, you rock my world.