July 15, 1998
- Anna McGurk
- Jan 5
- 1 min read
On the eve of my 42nd birthday, I prayed for the faith of a child. This is the only place wherein contentment lies. In the faith of a child is trust, and a lack of fear of the unknown. In the faith of a child is freedom from worry. In the faith of a child is love without conditions, life without definitions. In the faith of a child is belief in promises. In the faith of a child is rest and confidence, and peace. It is freshness and spontaneity and unbiased, opinion-less, acceptance.
I’ve felt a few sincerely peaceful days this past week, free from striving for outcomes, surrendering to let go of all that I love, and believing the promise of the results of putting God first in my life.
Jumping in with both feet in my 42nd year, and the message is not to pursue anything previously tried.
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