I remember that I am not wired to carry the weight of the world. It isn’t fair.
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All in Faith
I remember that I am not wired to carry the weight of the world. It isn’t fair.
“Please, God. Please. Can You please make it abundantly clear You are here?” And maybe it sounds crazy…but He did.
Is it here? Maybe here? Maybe once I get there? Or maybe if I could just have what SHE has?
I walked and talked and cried as God cast long shadows through the golden light spreading across the dry grass and the bare tree branches against the early evening sky.
You are loved and adored. You are valuable and worthy. Simply because you are YOU…and you are HIS.
The Christmas Story isn’t about twinkly lights or making merry. And though the promises are everywhere, it’s not about making it ‘simple’ either. Not really.
I don’t think He’s keeping track, and I just don’t think He’s keeping score.
I did my best to silence the teeny little voice that whispered, “You must not be doing this right!”
In tiny glimpses, it ALL feels like enough. My life. This hard, broken world. My family. Me, even.
Maybe He always meant for me to do motherhood as an imperfect human attempting to raise other imperfect little humans in a world full of trials and tragedies.
There is so much to do, yes. I know so often I’m moving too fast. But I don’t ever want to be too busy or stressed or distracted or overwhelmed that I forget to notice it all as it passes.
Won’t you grab my hand? Let’s decide to live and breathe and work and love wherever God has placed us. And let’s share our one precious, beautiful, ordinary life . . . together. I’ll be me. You be you.
I turn to the pile of backpacks on the floor. Markers and artwork scattered across the counter. Cartoons calling from the other room. Another stack of dishes piled up in the sink.
But sometimes in the middle of pain and sadness and anger and fear and devastation and despair, there is beauty and laughter and joy and love and warmth and hope.
I can’t believe this is my life. It’s messy. And hard. And ordinary. And unplanned. And so ridiculously beautiful.
And really, it doesn’t matter the words…only that we turn to Him through it all.
Somehow, when I stopped striving and pretending, a beautiful life of connection and love and faith had room to emerge. And now I know.: “Perfect” is pretend.
Yep, I think this is the year to grow a little closer to the best version of ME I can be. And LOVE me.