When you've lived in a season of hard for a long time, a season that feels endless, where each step forward is met with crumbling ground, and each inch gained is met with forceful resistance, it is easy to let weariness become your baseline. But weariness was never meant to be our normal. We were created to have joy in the midst of all the terrible happenings, peace when chaos reigns supreme, and confidence in the one who writes the story.
Since I took a small hiatus from sharing life, I thought maybe a quick catch up was in order. Although many of the things I'm going to share really require their own space here. Because a lot has happened. And very little of it good.
In fact, we found ourselves handed one poop pie after the other over the past year and a half.
I don't have the strength right now to walk with intense faith, but I can, from my emptiness, declare God's faithfulness and goodness over my life. So right now I'm choosing worship over worry. Choosing, intentionally, to drown out my fears and concerns with songs that declare my God's faithfulness, kindness, and goodness.
It was a reminder to me of His new mercies. Available, always.
What if all the plans and dreams were leading up to this? What if all the uncertainties were a set up? And what if the answer is better than anything I could ever imagine? And what if it isn’t?