Sometimes I think that my heart is like a sponge. So soft, so fragile, has a large capacity for emotions, and will result in torrents of tears when triggered upon.
It's true, really. I tear easily when I'm angry, or upset, or discouraged, or disheartened. I get emotional when I see a particular episode of survivors where the contestants get to meet their loved ones after a long period time.
I even teared non-stop when I watched the last episode of Prison Break in Season 4 - The Final Break.
(I shall not be a spoiler for all your prison break fans out there!)
So sometimes, it makes me wonder about my whole entire Make-up, and occasionally, I ask God "Why am made the way I am?" since 'I was fearfully and wonderfully made' (Psalms 139:14)?
But towards the end of my teenage years, I've grown to accept the truth that there is a reason to why I am so emotional, so ever sensitive (sometimes overly sensitive), so broken, so tender, so vulnerable.
And though I might not fully understand why I was made and wired in such a way, I have come to realize that my emotions, my broken spirit, and my tender heart plays a big part in my worship to Him, and the anointing that He has upon my life when I serve as a keyboardist the worship ministry.
With this epiphany, I've embraced the fact that if I was made with such a purpose for such a time like this, then so be it God. Not my will, but Yours be done.
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