There's something about snotbubbles and grace.
In struggles we fight the tears, we fight that we're right, and we fight our position. We wall up, clam up and shut up to maintian our ground and maintain our dignity.
And then, something clicks in our hearts, God sprinkles some kind of magic fairy dust, and for whatever reason grace comes crashing in. Past the walls, past the fear, past the "rightness" of our position and perspective, past the dignity . . . and sure enough . . . there's the snotbubble.
And then you know.
Weird how that is.
But you know God lives, He has a plan for your life, even though that path takes you to hell and back, and you know you are desperate for His grace.
Nobody wants to surrender. Nobody wants to admit wrong or lose dignity. Nobody wants the snotbubble moment. There comes a point when you must. For your own good.
Right there in the middle of the snotbubble and grace you start hearing in the back of your mind that age old Journey song "Don't stop believin . . . hold on to that fee-leh-innn".
Amazing how God gives us signs that make sense only to us.
Journey, snotbubbles and grace.
The perfect combination for surrender.