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Anniversary

Today marks the second anniversary of me leaving ballet.  As I remember, I got a pedicure after all was said and done...finally no more pointe shoes to ruin my painted toenails.  However, this isn't a day to have self-pity.  I consider it a celebration of God's own victories in my heart!  David wrote in Psalm 21, "O Lord, the king rejoices in your strength.  How great is his joy in the victories you give!"  Yes, today marks the journey of such events.  Within one year's time God soothed the wounds and taught me a lot.  He is constantly saving me from the sin that hurts.  Idols are there, we are just blind to them.  Of course, until you leave the Rose theater crying.

In addition, a year ago God brought further circumstances for me to walk with Him through.  It has a lot to do with giving up rights to desires of our hearts to find that God TRULY is the supreme fulfillment of them all.

Lord, thank you for your continual patience as I will be learning this the rest of my life.  I pray today marks another stepping-stone in seeing your glory through this earth and in my heart.


"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."--John 10:10

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  1. Brooke B.April 3, 2011 at 4:11 PM

    Wow, Alicia--
    God really is good. Thanks for sharing!
    "God only closes a window so that He can open a door". Promotions....
    :)
    God is doing some serious grace-giving to me. Humbling...oh I need it.
    It is so fun to see how He leads you. Lets keep talking often! I love you!
    Love, love

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