God's Hand

Well summer has come and officially gone. Hard to believe that I have come home from a mission, gone to Illinois, adjusted to living in Arizona, visited Provo, and then officially came out to school. And as of yesterday, started school!
First Day of Fall 2018

The last few weeks have been quite a whirlwind, but regardless I have been able to see God's hand in so many ways. Seeing God's hand is something I wanted to just write a little bit about tonight.

Having a class with Sidney
on the first day? I think yes.
As I may have mentioned in a previous post (can't actually remember if I did or not), one of the many lessons I learned on my mission was to be aware and recognize God's hand in my life. To not give Him the credit would be avoiding the truth of whose hand is in everything.

When I look around me. At the relationships I have. At the life I live. Everything I have. Everything that has happened to me. Every single part of my life, God has been involved in. There is no way that I could have gotten to where I am without Him there. He knows me far better than I could ever even know myself. How amazing is that? To have a God who knows us perfectly. One that knows our every flaw and every strength. AND with knowing all of everything, still loves us regardless. He loves us more than anyone else. That is never going to change.

Sometimes in this world we let our minds take over. The natural man starts to set in and do what it can to tear us down. However, when we take a step back and really see the reality, we can see the truth. We can see that we are all God's children. We are all loved perfectly. We are all of royal birth. We have such worth in the eyes of our God. When we see the worth God has for us individually, we can start to then see why He puts so much effort into helping shape each and every one of our lives. He wants what is best for us. One of the incredible things is that even if we mess up, God is willing to make it work. All we have to do is let Him and decide to follow Him.

I realize this post might be all over the place, but hey the point isn't to get a hundred on some paper, but to simply express my thoughts. To let out some of the ramblings that go on up there, because who knows, maybe someone needed to hear it today.

God knows us. He wants to help us. He is going to always be there. Seriously, all we have to do is let Him in. I am truly in awe of how amazing the reality of that is. Maybe one day I will be able to fully wrap my head around it. Until then, I'll continue to be amazed at the love my God has for me and you and the way He is willing to continually shape my life.

Much Love Always,
MJ

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