In a woeful moment in Pity City I journaled my memories from my past that have resulted in my hurts of my present so that I can work to keep them from seeping into my future.
These moments in Pity City are no fun. They’re challenging because they cause me to remember things I try not to think about. This is part of the process of my 6 month journey to my heart’s desire so I found myself pouring it out in writing in my most favorite owl covered journal (because journaling in this journal makes it better…to me anyway). I paused for an ice cream break because ice cream made Pity City easier (insert #fatkidproblem) and after indulging in the last bite I resolved to continue journaling.
Lord, I feel the hurt from…and it just doesn’t go away. What went wrong? How is it fair that…and there is no consequence?
Just then the phone rang. I was expecting this call so I took it (relieved to get out of my own head for a moment). This beautiful woman and I talked about some fun business things and then the conversation turned a bit. Lovingly she asked about how I am doing. I shared some revelations without telling her what I had just been journaling and in a 30 minute conversation I was met with the Lord’s answer to my cry out for reassurance, understanding, comfort, and encouragement in the form a love note named Melissa T.
I experienced two major blessings from this love note…
1. God wants to be included in every part of my life so that HE can rush in to be my knight in shining armor and/or send in someone or something that gives me just what I need at just the right moment. He is always on call with an abundance of love notes, love songs, love stories…LOVE…unconditional, unwavering, unending love.
2. When I walk with the Lord and strive to truly make him my focus, even in my imperfections (or flatout FAILS), those watching me see the good and God uses that in many ways. These people don’t have to be in my life daily, but people notice and are moved by God at work in me and through me…in you too!
I’m thankful for love notes in disguise. They’re the sweetest surprise that fills my heart even in the deepest, darkest moments.
Pity City is no fun, but even there God delivers love notes to encourage me on to the next stop on my journey.