The Forgotten Blog

It's been 7 months since my last blog post. 7 months of me being unable to put in words all the thoughts that have been rattling around in my head. I have had the nudge to write, but have been afraid to succumb to the nudge, afraid of writing the words to what I feel.

I have written, deleted and written again, really not knowing what to write. There is a fine line between putting your thoughts and feelings "out there" and just exposing yourself (and your family). My goal with this blog has always been about "my little journey in faith" and these last 7 months that little faith has been tested over and over again.

There have been days I didn't think I would or could survive the test, but in the end HE is always enough. The Lord taught me how to let go of my ideals and let him have full control of my journey and the journey of my little family. I have struggled with the journey, some days I have no idea which way to go, and other days the clarity is before me. I and I believe my family has learned to embrace the change around us and cling ever tightly to HIM. It really is all about Him, and if I've learned anything these last months, it is that. He is enough. He is all that matters.

Today, I don't know what the journey will bring, there is just a tiny bit of light for me to follow, but I know God is working and that really is what the whole journey is about anyway. Him.

Phillipians 2:13
"For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure."

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