Captivating and incredibly loved

This is my occasional diary.

Figured the real updates I have are those at heart but while I still love a write and have the time, I do it.

It has been clear to me how I'm wiggling my toes in bubbles again. I am so happy.

Nothing hits the spot like Jesus does, how He continually romances me, loves me and keeps me till I know not of all that is around me. I am more and more unaware of the things going on around me and I deem it good.

This proves, as if proof were needed, how really blessed I am.

It is in the waiting that my heart is enlarged.
God is setting me up for something more valuable than my happiness, more substantial than my health. Restoring and growing in me an eternal weight of glory.

The experience of hurt and sorrow did not diminish the joy of being more alive to Him and to be called to live in His true beauty. Having gone through what I did for the past month, I am only glad I stuck around; refusing to numb my pain in the myriad of ways available.

Even when I asked everyone else to leave, even when I wanted to leave, God is there.

My heart is truely deepened and this is only the beginning.
Can you imagine? As He moulds me to become the woman of substance, who offers true beauty, my heart is growing in my capacity to love and be loved, to desire, to live.

I am in a privileged position. I will keep smiling. And I will keep singing.

I am well and from my bubbling champagney heart, I can only be.
As I rejoice before actually seeing the manifestations of the healing of my face, of the beliving and confessing, He gripped me to His love.
He has yet again proved Himself faithful as my soul rests, turning to Him. He saves again and again and again.

Isaiah 58:8-9
Then your light shall break forth like the morning,
Your healing shall spring forth speedily,
And your righteousness shall go before you;
The glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call and the Lord will answer;
You shall cry and He will say, "Here I am."

My miracle as I woke up the next morning, light broke forth like the morning indeed as I was significantly more well than I ever was for Friday. And while the friends had an awesome time and a laugh at the expense of me, what some may call a "snail" or "unwanted pancake", I know I am well loved.

(Also) His inviting love (yet again) knocked on my door when Nic offered to send my application in for the serving in the photography ministry for me. Without getting off my butt to do it myself.

So.
How do you not swell at such love? His inviting love which quietens me. I love it.

It's 2am in the morning and I ought to hit the sack. I'm stocked up, in socks but before I snoooze, I (superbly excited!) should really tell you what I did today.

I over-shopped myself with char and shas. We had a sport-shopping frenzy which consisted of an over-indulgent purchase of adidas tops and although forcibly restrained from buying a cute pair of tennis shoes (PINK SOLES!), I still did.

I am now trying to psycho shas to buy it too. The responses however, only hover between, "I feel my chubby ankles." and "Let me think about it."

Not exactly favourable.