i went outside, my headphones on, listening to some song by the backstreet boys. the rain was spitting as i jumped up onto the trampoline and lay down, face to the sky. i lifted my hands and surrendered my insufficiencies and incapabilities and flaws and weaknesses into Your hands. because they've become everything i think i am. i can't even lift my head for fear of what anyone will think, of how i look, the things i say, what happened? to forgetting about myself and loving people?
born to try, delta goodrem
i've just read corinthians 15. as i sit here, i don't have the words, but i know that God is working a miracle in me. blessed.