He wasn’t good for me.
He was probably the worst thing to ever happen me.
But he was beautiful.
He was exciting.
He was broken.
And I couldn’t keep away.
Everything with him was too captivating.
The voices in my head told me I could fix him.
Like they do when something is about to ruin you.
But he was too beautiful.
not to try.
Do you want to know why I blog so infrequently? Not because things are not happening in my life, they are. It just feels like something else is going to happen, and that I can’t publish anything until just that thing – whatever it is – happens. Does it sound confusing? Well, that’s because it is.
I met a close-to-family, brother-in-Christ a couple of days ago. He was actually preaching at the mall I just happened to be in at that moment. I also just happened to walk by just as he was done.
This man, however, is really close to my family. He has known my mother since she was in high school and he also knew my father. For those who don’t know this already, I lost my earthly father when I was eight years old, and before that I hardly knew him. So, I can basically say that I have never had a father. Or at least never had the ”father-experience.”
However, he has told me that I can see him as my father (he has no idea of how much I appreciate that) and I, for some epic reason, do. A little bit.
But I noticed something this time I met him. Even though we talked for maybe two minutes he still somehow managed to tell me that he loves me like, five times. The thing was that I have absolutely no idea how to react. How to respond to it. I just stood there like; That is very nice of you, thank you. I also began to cry when I got out of the building. I’m still not absolutely sure why.
The same day, but a couple of hours later, I met a guy who was completely changed by the Lord. I have known him since, the age of five, maybe, but this was the first time meeting him in four years. We were sitting at the couch in church, him; telling me his story and how he found God, and me; doing my best not to cry. While sitting there I realized how God makes all things new. (also how bad I am at keeping a conversation going) And how God changes your life completely. How God is always with you, even when it doesn’t feel like he is.
The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life.
John 10:10 NLT
I have also found an amazing song that I thought I would share with you guys.
Life Is Beautiful by The Afters
God bless! Love, Sara