I wish I could tell you how hard this day has been. The problem? I feel like I’ve already talked too much about the difficulty of this season in our lives. Let’s face it, there’s just a threshold for how much melancholy the average (wonderful!) blog-reader can handle. You’ve already heard a lot of detailed honesty from me, so here’s the thing: the past two weeks? Plshhhht! (spitting noises) But I won’t tell you about that.
And I wish I could tell you how God came through in ways that astound and amaze me…and make cry. I wish I could explain how smart He is in the face of my despair. I wish I could even tell You how He eliminates me as a possibility for the solution to the problem so that HE ALONE can be what HE ALONE is meant to be.
I wish I could tell you.
But I can’t. And it wouldn’t be the same if I did because it’s my family’s story and therefore would be cool-but-not-supernaturally-hope-soaked for you like it would be if it was YOUR family’s story, you know?
Since I can’t share the story of hopeless days and hard jobs and injured baby birds and how hard it is to grow up and rental contracts and too little money, here’s what I WILL do. I WILL pray that God will reveal Himself and His muscle-y love in exactly the way that YOU need to see it today.
I am praying that for YOU, my friend.
Because He loves you that much.
And because I know He can.
And because, as my up-against-the-wall-almost-out-of-college daughter told me today: “It’s okay, mom – the God of Joshua is also the God of me.” And the God of you.
May you find today that you do truly serve the God who makes the sun – and the storm – stand still.
So much love,
P.S. God really DID come through….I hope I made that clear. He turned a rough day into a victory and amazes me every time with His goodness and grace over my life. But I felt I couldn’t share the details of the struggle leading to that good victory. I love you all for caring about me…you’re dear treasures in my life.