The Struggle is real. . . with figurative wounds and literal ones (Confrontations and yes, I fell off a baby bicycle on the Fourth of July and busted my butt!). Today was definitely a growth day, and the cut on my hand constantly needs my care and attention. Despite the all around physical pain and emotional discomfort, I know that the issues I face in a day have ultimately been won. God can and will handle those things, and I will grow, see God, and be blessed because of them.
It seems as though the most unforgettable days in my life are commemorated by scars. Sometimes I need to be reminded of those times, and I don't mind. It just ensures that I'll always carry those lessons and memories with me.
To The Better Days:
Psalm 23:4 ♥ Britt T
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