Two years ago, around this time, I thought going away to America would make me happy.
Away from the problems I was entangled in here, the hopelessness of some situations and just the tiredness of it all.
Two years later, I never went to America, things didn't change for the better, but yet I've found true joy. A joy that comes not because I've escaped away from the miry clay, rather in the thick of it, I've learnt of Love that comes from above. Knowing that, nothing really changed, but I know I did.
Closer, deeper into all that He is. Now, that's something I would never exchange.
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