hopefully, different

Christians don't realize they're supposed to be different.
All the time.
We should never look like the rest of the world.

I'm not very good at this.
I long to find a little nook that I fit perfectly in.
A place of comfort and security in who I am and who loves me.

But that's not what my Heavenly Father asks of me.

He wants me to realize that that place is right beside Him, nestled in His sturdy and trustworthy arms.

As of right now, it's become very difficult to be different and glorifying to Christ. 

So far on this little corner of the world that I call Dusty Whispers I haven't been all too real or different.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, not all is well right now.

My soul has been stirring and restless for quite some time and I'm hoping and praying desperately that I can soon rest in full confidence that He has made me to be enough.

Like what?

How can that even be possible? 

That me, myself, is enough and pleasing to anyone?

He is so ridiculously mighty and loving.

At this my heart pounds

and leaps from its place.

Listen! Listen to the roar of His voice,

to the rumbling that comes from His mouth.

After that comes the sound of His roar;

He thunders with His majestic voice.

God's voice thunders in marvelous ways;

He does great things beyond our understanding.

Out of the north He comes in golden splendor;

God comes in awesome majesty.

Excerpts from Job 37:1-23

Hoping that my little bits of honesty made me a bit different from the rest of the world today.

xo,

Hannah Dorothy