Popinjay–Rejected


So I had a breakdown the other day, certain I was rejected by God himself.

Yes. It was a pity party. So I took my coffee outside and cried but you couldn’t really tell because it was raining so hard it all just blended together. Terrible things ran through my mind, thoughts that shouldn’t be running around in there. Trying to stop the thoughts was like trying to ride one of those raindrops.
And I felt some of my faith slip down off of my with the rain.
But God catches my tears and stores them in his bottle.
And He cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for me.
Why do I have so little faith?
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Next week’s prompt is: DAINTY

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7 thoughts on “Popinjay–Rejected”

  1. YES HE WILL!!

    I'll try to get my up tomorrow, k? =) Sorry I've been MIA. =(

    P.S. Your captcha wants me to write "peebar." Sounds almost like a real word. =P Wonder exactly what a peebar would be. 😉

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  2. He does care for the flowers, and for you even more. But as the flowers go through cycles of blooming, I think we do, too. Each season makes us stronger, though, and the flowers come back more brilliant that the season before :).

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  3. And I don't care how strong your faith is, every now and then we've all had thoughts that unnerve us about faith and God.

    Nell

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  4. I'm so thankful He catches our tears in a bottle. I think mine is one honkin' huge one.

    I am trying to think of something for rejected…

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