Friends, I am in a season that is leaving me reeling…and on my knees.
Family members with serious health issues that have had me away from home, an unexpected death in our family that has led to heartache and hard decisions.
Each heart crushing need could be a series of blog posts that would leave my keyboard salty from the splash of tears. But God has not released me to share…after these happenings are not my life…but the fragile lives of those I love dearly.
As I experience this present and peer into my past I am mindful that when exploring deep valleys, when crawling through the mire of anguish my only place of comfort has always been with the Alpha and Omega.
Finding refuge in the knowing that He is the author of it all.
That I am not in charge.
That I am not responsible for next steps. (or next crawls)
I am just to put one foot in front of the next knowing that the terra firma that rises to meet my bravely trembling steps was shaped by the Great I Am.
And that is enough to keep me moving forward.
In the tumult is where the sweetest knowing of my Savior occurs.
Where there truly is less of me, and more of Him.
And the things of this world grow strangely dim.
Sweet friend, if you are hurting, be encouraged…be brave…and know the hurting is His invitation to seek Him humbly.
At the end of yourself is where you will find Him.
Experience has revealed that the peace and joy of the Lord is attainable.
Join me in Philippians and find joy in the suffering.