Getting Through

I've been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the choices I've made over the course of my life and how they all brought me here to where I am in this minute.

In the past year I have been selfish, a crazy ex, a terrible friend, a bad sister, a distant daughter, and have fallen away from any semblance of a relationship with God. I am sorry to say, have turned into a woman that ... well.. not a woman that I wanted to be when I grew up. 'Course, not all of us can grow up to be Linda Carter... but I'm just saying.

My point is, lately I've been made to see that the Bible is not there to tell us not to do things because God doesn't want us to have any fun. God warns us away from things because ultimately, those things can hurt us. It's God's way of telling us not to touch the hot stove. I touched it. It burnt me. God can't take away the burn because I did that myself, but I do hope that He can help me to heal it. I'm sure that sounds very simple to some, but to me it is a huge deal.

I thank God for the fact that as I sat and typed my blog, I got three visitors to my office, just to say hello to me, one hug, and an email from a friend.

It's totally like God's Neosporin or something.

Love,
Cooks