No Regrets

I love sitting in church and hearing everything I need to hear.

I love that I love reading the scriptures again.  I've learned that I need to make the time, not wait for it to happen.

I love that Heavenly Father really is right there waiting for me to get it right.  And have conversations with me like no time passed at all.  (Even when it's mainly chastisement.  But from Him it's filled with love).

I love feeling like I know what to do with myself again, even when I haven't a clue at all.

Everything falls into place when you let go and let God.

But letting go doesn't mean doing nothing.  It means doing everything you can, and letting go of the stress and fear that comes from waiting for what you want.

"Thus saith thy Lord, the Lord, and thy God that pleadeth the cause of His people, Behold I have taken out of thine hand the cup of trembling even the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again."

~Isaiah 51:22

In Sunday School our teacher asked us if we'd ever had an answer to a prayer come to us from the scriptures.  He also asked if any of us would be willing to share.  I hesitated because I couldn't think of a very definite moment, except for the ones I'd been experiencing over the past few days.

And it's not so much an answer to a question... Though I suppose it is.  Lately I've been reading from Isaiah.  No order in particular, I just let the pages flip until the stop at a place that feels right and read whatever chapter that is.

I got a lot of talk about not polluting the Sabboth, not keeping myself seperate from others, and that I've beaten myself up enough and that it was time to move forward and do what was right.

I also may have hesitated cause I was afraid of crying in public.