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7 years ago today….I wrote this poem. Interesting how cyclical our lives can be….and how the struggle of the past can comfort in the present. Different struggles, different part of the journey, same faithful God.
Pain finds its way in;
Worry pushes and hammers at the door;
Faithfulness quiets the noise.
Strength comes in the shelter of the Rock.
Trust fights back.
Sadness comes in waves, threatening to drown,
Peace that passes understanding reaches out and pulls the swimmer into the boat.
Voices scream out for attention, trying to distract the one on the journey;
ONE quiet whisper, “BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.”
The battle is won.
I had written a glib little piece for Day 14, full of fun and silliness and the things that filled up my day. But I could not hit publish for some reason. So I didn’t.
Then I saw the news. A fertilizer plant in West, Texas had blown and had taken out everything in its path for miles around. I just sat and watched the coverage of this tragedy where even the reporters just had no idea what to say and the anchors were choking up in tears.
I closed my computer and decided day 14 would have to wait. I had no words.
My heart – almost numb at this point just said “Why God? Why?” And then I got mad. I got mad because I knew that this would turn into a political things somehow. I got mad because I knew that jokes would come. I got mad because people were hurt for no good reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I got mad because I knew that people would rush to help for the sake of their own prideful “look at me I’m helping” and not to actually help at all. I got mad at myself for having any and all of those judgmental, harsh thoughts. I got mad because all of the happenings of this week seem so completely senseless to me. But mostly I got mad because everything in my world just seems to be in total chaos right now!
I wanted to write something fun and glib and silly, and yet day after day my heart is inundated with the horrors of this world – cancer, bombs, rape, murder, abused children, and tragic accidents. How do you write a funny story after being faced with these things all day. Yet – I really don’t want this blog to just be day after day of Debbie downer.
Then I turned to the scriptures and let the words wash over me. I “am not as those who have no HOPE”. (1 Thessalonians 4:13) I “KNOW that my Redeemer lives” (Job 19:25)! I KNOW THIS! AND in my faith I also know that I serve One to whom none of these tragedies are a shock or surprise. All are things that He could have stopped from happening – and He didn’t and I don’t know why. But what I do know is this – He is big enough to handle my anger, my tears, my anxiety, my fears and my questioning. He has called me to constant communication with Him, and sometimes that communication is just asking why over and over. And I know that this is okay. I also know, as I said on Day 11, He sees a bigger picture. He knows what He is about, and somehow in the tragedy of it all it is still for our good and His glory. I don’t get it, but I trust it – because He has proven faithful since the beginning of time.
So today, I sit in heaviness, brokenhearted. And tomorrow, I might sit there too. This blog may be days or weeks of posts of how I am just leaning in, trusting that His promises are faithful and found complete in Christ, and a place in which I work out my faith. I hope that somehow in it – you find comfort and you find Hope. Or you may stop reading it all together and that is okay too. My prayer is that somehow in the midst of all of this you find that you are not alone and that there is Hope found in Him.
So, blog #14 will not be glib and silly – today I am brokenhearted – crying out “Come quickly, Lord Jesus, Come!”
The past few months have been hard, gut wrenching, one blow after another, will it ever give up hard. I have counseled friends who are struggling through the pains of a failing marriage; listened as a friend explained that the cancer currently ravaging his body was most likely terminal and the doctors were not sure what more they could do; wept and mourned as I stand with a friend while they lose a custody battle and what they thought was firm and true they now find shaky and falling apart; I have sat on the other side of the internet and wept as my friends laid to rest one who was a father, a brother, an uncle, a pastor, a friend; I have been rocked by the news of this world where children are slaughtered and men, women and children are still sold as slaves and CNN reports on “celebrity” news as if anyone cares who exactly is cheating on whom in the fake world of Hollywood anyway; and I have sat in personal angst as the lies of the enemy reminded me that I am going into my 36th year alone again and I am not worthy to be pursued by one who will one day take me as a wife. I feel as though I have been in a one-sided sparring match taking blow after blow, facing more disappointment, feeling deep loneliness, paralyzed by fear of the next steps, and being angry at it all.
I have wept until I felt I could weep no more and then a fresh batch of tears will begin to flow from my eyes.
I put on the happy when I am out in the crowd, and I smile and say everything is going to be all right. I know that this too shall pass and He is faithful above all. I know that in my mind, believe it in my heart, but I do not feel it in my soul right now. My soul feels crushed, and weary and wonders if it will recover.
After months of travel and crazy business I finally got to be at my home church a few weeks ago. I was so excited to worship, hug necks, and serve. One of my very favorite ways that I get to serve in my church is to serve communion.
I was raised in a church where communion was this private event that happened once maybe twice a year. It was incredibly solemn service that happened an hour before another service and wrought with fear filled messages of “if you don’t come with a clean mind and heart you’ll die.” At least that is how I interpreted it in my young, tiny brain. Invariably just as I was about to eat the wafer or drink the juice some horrible thought would pop into my brain and I was sure that I would soon die as a result. Communion was not something I looked forward to.
Attending the church that I do now, communion is a whole different experience and I cannot wait to come to the table each week! Communion is served to the body of Christ every week at my church. It is still a solemn time. One for quiet reflection of one’s heart and mind and motives, and one of joyfilled reflection on Christ’s sacrifice.
This particular week we were doing what I very irreverently call the “Chip and dip” method. One person holds the bowl of bread and the other holds the chalice of juice (yep we are still Baptist enough to use juice) – people take a piece of bread and then dip it in the juice.
This particular week I was holding the cup.
As each person who dipped the body of Christ in the cup I looked them in the eyes and said “The Blood of Christ shed for You”. At first these were just words, just something I was used to saying, it was what was done during communion. And then….after around the 10th person all of a sudden those words hit me and tears began to flow down my face. The blood of Christ….BLOOD that flowed from a body that had been beaten with glass and rocks, and blood that flowed from a head that had been punctured and driven into by thick thorns…that Holy Precious Blood that I do not deserve even a drop of….was gushing out of Christ…for me, for every single person in that crowd and for all of humankind regardless of color, socioeconomic status, creed, tribe, tongue or nation. As my mind was finally comprehending what my heart was trying to say I stood weeping as the mere thought of it all was joyous and overwhelming.
This morning as I was drinking deeply from my coffee cup, and reading in Revelation chapter five I found this.
Then I saw in the right hand of him who was seated on the throne a scroll written within and on the back, sealed with seven seals. And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud voice, “Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?” And no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth was able to open the scroll or to look into it, and I began to weep loudly because no one was found worthy to open the scroll or to look into it. And one of the elders said to me, “Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.”
(Revelation 5:1-5 ESV)
WEEP.NO.MORE! He has conquered!! He is Worthy to open the scrolls!! He who “was slain and by his blood ransomed from every tribe and language and people and nation” He is worthy!
Jesus the Christ who allowed himself to be beaten and crucified….He has a time-table beyond the bounds of the time we understand. That blood was shed because He knew that there would be failed marriages, terminal cancer, custody battles, lies and death. He knew that we would weep and mourn, be lonely, feel unwanted and unloved, be angry and scream out in pain that doesn’t seem to let up. He willingly allowed his blood to be shed for that pain, so that we who walk through it on this earth do not walk without Hope. He conquered all….and now we sit in the place between and wait.
This morning nothing written above has changed – marriages are still struggling, cancer is still ravaging bodies of those I love, custody battles rage and I am still single. But I am not one without Hope. I don’t get it…and I cannot explain it…but today I walk in renewed hope and renewed joy and I have faith that no matter what happens it is not without His knowledge, His allowing and his Hand. Rather I sit in anticipation of the moment when I too will be able to stand with the myriads and watch as the Lamb makes his way to the scrolls and I shall bow low and sing “To Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!” Amen!
I got some news a few days ago that I didn’t like. It wasn’t bad news, exactly, it was just news that opened up an old wound in my heart that I thought I had already closed and had completely healed. I was wrong. It seems while the wound is mostly healed there was still a scab that could picked at, and this news did just that. Sure enough, it hurt, and I bled (metaphorically, of course) just a little.
While this piece of news actually does not affect my life at all, in fact, the bearer of the news would probably be surprised at the affect that it had on me; all of the sudden all I could think was – “What am I doing with my life?” “I should move to Africa.” “I really should re-think that job opportunity in Alaska.” “Maybe I am not supposed to be in Texas.” My running shoes were on and I was off in a breathless pace of goooooooooooooo.
WOAH! As quickly as my mind started running…it came screeching to a halt. Panting. Breathless. One of the things that I have learned over the past year is rather than run, to stop and acknowledge what is actually bothering me. So I stopped, I closed my eyes, and I allowed myself to feel. I took a deep breath in…and felt the loss that caused the wound in the first place. I let the deep breath out…and acknowledge all the healing that has happened in my life since then. Another intake of breath and I thought about the disappointing news I had just heard, a breath out and allowed the tears to come. It is okay to cry when things hurt. Then I shifted the focus….as I took my next breath in, I looked back over the past few years and was reminded that I am loved by so many. As I exhaled…I remembered that I am exactly where God wants me to be and I am happier than I have been in years. In and out, the breaths were steady now….and I thought back to all of the amazing ways that He has proven faithful in the past few years…the victories in my life, the things I have gone through and overcome to get to where I am, the friends that I have that are so incredibly supportive, and the people that are there to catch me when I fall, pick me up, help me dust off, and love me enough to run this race with me.
As I opened my eyes, I glanced over at a sticky note on my desk that has Isaiah 26:3 written on it and soaked in the truth that He keeps in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast because they trust Him. I focused in on the word “steadfast” – another word that I have quoted for years, but only had the jist of what the meaning actually was. According to Webster it means “firmly fixed in place, not subject to change, firm in belief, determination, or adherence.” FIRMLY FIXED IN PLACE. In other words – “does not put on running shoes every time something gets a little uncomfortable.” The question really then becomes, “Am I going to trust Him in this moment?” I’ve spent the past 6 years on this blog talking about trust at some level or another, and just about the time I think I’ve got it – that I trust Him fully – something else comes along that I need to let go of and trust Him for.
Finally, I mentally took the running shoes off and put some flip flops went on. I had in a few minutes been able to let go of what before would have caused me months of running in circles in other areas because I had refused to face the pain of a moment. As I headed out the door later that evening, I took an inner glance at the wound that had hurt so badly just hours before. Sure enough, it was healing again, and the opening was much smaller this time. Even the scar tissue seemed have faded. I smiled to myself and headed out to an evening full of friendship and laughter and the perfect peace that comes with knowing I’m right where I should be.
I have been weary this week for whatever reason. Waking up already defeated and exhausted. This morning as I woke up my waking thought was “How in the WORLD am I going to get it all done.” I am photographing a wedding this weekend, have a friend coming into town, have a house to clean, and I have a mountain assignments to read and an every growing list of tasks at work.
I’m currently studying through the book of Esther in a Beth Moore study entitled “It’s tough being a woman”. Isn’t that the truth! My friend, Christin, comes here to work on Thursday’s for lunch and we watch the videos together in a conference room. Today as Beth was teaching – in only the passionate Texas accent that Beth can – she said that the Amalekites were a “wilderness enemy” – an enemy that attacks when God has moved us from where we were and we are not yet to where we are going – an enemy that attacks the weak and the weary that are straggling behind the pack – a cowardly enemy that attacks late at night.
Can anyone else relate to that enemy? An enemy that waits until we are the most vulnerable and then sneaks up and ambushes us in the dark! I don’t know about you, but that enemy shows up all the time in my life. But wait… before you get too discouraged…there’s a promise to be claimed!! In Exodus 17 it says “The LORD, will be at war against the Amalekites from generation to generation.” LOVE THAT so much I could dance a jig! Seriously that should be shouted and proclaimed from the rooftops! (Ok maybe not the rooftops, the neighbors might call the cops and getting hauled off to the psych ward might defeat the whole purpose…though I do hear it is quiet and relaxing the psych ward…hmm….) Sorry, I digress…back to it….did you get the amazing words that you just heard out of Exodus??
The LORD will go to WAR with my wilderness enemy EVERY.TIME. generation after generation!
COULD YOU NOT JUST SHOUT FOR JOY!!!!!
So, my friends, be not dismayed. I know many of you are in your own walk of weariness this week. (When is there a week that we are not at some level of weariness?) Many of you feel that it will never be all done. Many who feel weak and completely incapable of what God has called you to do. Stop.Take a Deep Breathe. Rest in the fact that His grace is sufficient, and His power is made perfect in our weakness. And cling to and claim the promise that He will go to war on our behalf.
You are loved!
When we trust our lives to the unseen but ever-present God. He will write our lives into His story and every last one of them will turn out to be a great read. With a grand ending.
– Beth Moore, Esther study
It wasn’t supposed to be this way you know….I had plans for my life. Plans, I tell you. Good ones! GREAT ones even!!
By this point in my life I was going to have made it. I was going to be the next great thing in Christian music, have a couple of Dove Award nominations and maybe even wins under my belt. (I had winning speeches ready by the time I was 17.) I was going to be married to this incredibly handsome man (who could sing, play guitar and dance – probably not all at the same time….but maybe). I wasn’t sure on kids, but I’d have some great pets. I’d have amazing friends like Sandi Patty, Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith. I’d have a house on a beach and one in Nashville, and would travel around the world and back again as often as possible. I.HAD.PLANS!
And God laughed.
“Oh, sweet child,” God said, as He looked on with the look that only an amused parent that knows better can give to a child. “I’ve got plans too and the dreams I’ve got for you are so much bigger and so much greater than your little Dove award. I’ve placed dreams deep in the heart of you that if you will just stop thinking of your own fame and fortune for a second; you will see are so rich and so rewarding that 1,000 dove awards and a million speeches could not compare to the greatness of them.”
But I held on to my little visions. I was crushed when they didn’t come to pass and allowed myself a lot of self pity, bitterness and anger in the process. These were my plans and how could a God who loved me not give me the “desires of my heart”?
Little by litte (much slower than I should have, were I not so stubborn) I began to allow the God given dreams of my heart to take hold and overcome the minute dreams I had for myself. WOW! What a life I have! Looking at it now I see where God has intertwined my dreams with His and made them so much better.
So nope, I’m not the next great thing in Christian music. In fact, I don’t remember the last time I sang on a stage. I miss it. A lot. But I found that I can sing just as loudly and worship Him more openly while singing in the car, in my apartment or in the seat at the front of the church. No one cares if I miss a note, or if things aren’t perfect; because it’s just me…singing my songs.
I’m not yet married, and at this point there isn’t really a potential candidate to fill the role of husband. But that is ok. When he comes along, it will be at the right time and it will be good….very good. And it will be ok if he doesn’t sing or play the guitar…I am holding out for him to be able to dance…just a little…a two step now and then, perhaps. Until then, I’ve got freedom to be who I need to be right now.
I do have great pets. They keep me laughing with their antics. And while I don’t have children of my own, I have a host full of adopted nieces and nephews and the children of friends who fill my heart with gladness, who I can love on and help nurture and raise and who make my days more whole than I could ever have imagined.
I have traveled around the world and back again. Not on the stage I thought I would be on; better – of my own accord, visiting places and people I love and having the most grand of adventures.
And friends, I have amazing friends. All across the planet, I have friends. There are days when I hear the lies that say that I don’t. Then I have little pity parties and pout because I’m feeling alone. But about that time I get a phone call, or a text or I call someone and those lies are extinguished and exposed by the light of the truth. As for Sandi, Amy & Michael….I still believe that we will be friends one day…I just know it!
I don’t have a beach house, or one in Nashville….but I’ve got friends that do….and their homes and arms are open to me whenever I need them. That is more than enough – better than my little plans could have ever wished for.
This morning as I started into a study series on the Book of Esther, I began to think about this young Jewish woman and how she probably had plans too. She had plans of a future, a handsome husband, a house on a hill somewhere perhaps, dreams of children and a life that was typical of the culture and ways of her time. She had plans. I’m pretty sure her plans for her life did not include her marrying a king, exposing a traitor, saving her people and having an entire book of the Bible written about her story….but God’s plans for her life did. She let go of her plans, was obedient and look at the story that unfolded. Oh, how much I have to learn.
As I sit here on this Sunday morning, drinking a cup of Kenya’s finest, watching my animals wrestle like the brothers they are, look at my reading assignments for the school work that I am loving, looking forward to traveling to a favorite place to see favorite people and thinking of all that I get to do this week….I realize this is not how it is supposed to be, it is not how I planned it, this is not what I had in mind….it’s better.
Yesterday’s post was real and honest, and made me laugh after reading it again. My laughter didn’t make it any less true…but it still made me laugh.
Today has not really been any less difficult, apparently part of the qualifications for going to grad school is having the ability to actually figure out the convoluted system to get in. I’m getting there…but it has caused no end of frustration.
But through all of these frustrations and worry and stress I have a knowledge that I have a God who is in complete control and has prepared a path for me to walk. As my friend Brooke reminded me today…it is for me to “Be Still and Know”.
It is the 4th day of Advent. I have not ever walked through the celebration of Advent before so it is all new to me and I am enjoying it. This week we are revisiting the prophecies that foretold the birth of my King hundreds of years before He stepped foot on the earth. Being reminded that the promises of God are not on MY time table, they are on God’s and He created time so He kind of gets THE final say.
This afternoon, I pulled up the following video that my friend and worship pastor, Issac Wimberly, recently recorded on a Christmas project by Folk Angel Music** and put it on repeat. The 20th time through I still get chills all the way through out. I keep trying to pick a favorite part…but I pick a different line each time I hear it.
So, Stop. Take a few minutes. Turn this up. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Be Still. Know He is God With Us.
** I highly recommend this project and recommend you go get it here.
I think one of the most amazing things to me about God is how He orders our steps. So often we get upset because the plans that we had made – the direction that we had planned on going – is thwarted by some seemingly random and often inconvenient circumstance. Yet God in His amazing timing and grace was really in it all along. Scripture will tell us that our steps are “ordered by the Lord.” How often in our self consumed busy lives we forget that.
I am on a business trip to India this week. As is often the case with international travel, things were complicated right at the very last minute and plans were changed. Plans that, to be honest, I was not exactly happy about. I did my share of grumbling and complaining and finally put on a “happy face” and decided to fake it till I made it – mostly just make the best of what was happening as I had no choice to change it. This was an incredible opportunity. I was once again granted favor to make a trip on behalf of my company – why was I complaining in the first place? Why the bad attitude – “Come on, Amanda, work with me here!” Yet somehow anxiousness for this trip prevailed.
What I was missing, of course, was that God was directing my paths…He had a plan for this change and I almost missed it.
The circumstances of this particular event happened because the flight plan I had initially requested and approved – which had me doing a layover in Europe – changed. This time my flight was to take me from Dallas to Chicago and then on from there to Abu Dhabi THEN onto Mumbai. I looked forward to the flight with growing dread. The flight from Chicago to Abu Dhabi is 12 hours long….then to change airports and get into Mumbai at 2 in the morning – ridiculous. But God had bigger plans. He had a divine appointment.
I landed in Abu Dhabi – taking in a completely new airport to me. Looking at the other travelers wondering where they were going, absorbing the sounds, and colors and scents of the duty free shops and thinking how my friend Heather would be shopping up a storm and thinking I needed to email her. I got to the information booth near my terminal and as I browsed the flat screen that was streaming flights and departing times I saw another young white female looking just as bewildered and lost as I was, so I struck up a conversation with her.
She was South African by decent – that is, of course, my small world – and we immediately struck up a conversation. Within about 3 minutes into the conversation – and that timing is not an exaggeration at all – it was clear that she was going through a struggle in life and immediately our conversation turned to the Lord and how He directs our paths. She began to cry a bit, simply overwhelmed by her circumstances in general and I teared up as well, simply amazed at the goodness of God who could take two women from two completely different places in life – to meet in the middle of a bustling airport and dwell right there in the midst of our conversation in 3 minutes flat!
We went, grabbed a coffee and sat down to have a chat. I wanted to encourage her and pray over her and she ended up blessing and encouraging me just as much. We sat together talking, chatting, sharing scripture and exchanging contact information right until it was time for my plane to depart both having felt that something special and sacred had just happened in this place so far from both of our homes.
I got on the next plane – another three hours until I was to where I was supposed to “go to work” – but God had already done a work in me. He once again showed up in the midst of what I thought to be an inconvenient moment; and made His name known to two weary travelers – pilgrims really – in a land foreign to both of us. He brought two of His daughters together to encourage one another and send each other off to the next part of what He has planned. As sat back and buckled my seatbelt, I was refreshed and renewed, and I was wearing a true “happy face.”
I am looking at my phone at the 7 day forecast. the 100’s are back – *sigh*. How sweet it has been to have cooler temperatures this past week – to be able to throw the windows open and turn the air conditioner off. But apparently summer thought it needed one last hurrah…so back it came for an encore.
This summer has been overwhelming to me. We have had record after record broken when it comes to heat, the amount of heat, the intensity of heat and the longevity of the heat. What is amazing to me is those who have competitive spirits are actually bemoaning the fact that we missed a record or two. To those people I say – SHUT.UP!! Our farmers are in NEED, people & animals are dying, and water levels are at record lows all over the state – get over it – move on – go cry somewhere else.
As I was saying – in looking at the 7 day forecast – what I also see are storms. Now those who know me – know I love a good storm. One of my childhood stories relays that in the midst of a horrible Texas thunderstorm with booming thunder and vicious strikes of lighting all around, the electricity went out casting our home in darkness – I was 4. My mom, quickly starting making her way to my room calling out words of comfort to me thinking that I would be huddled and afraid. I responded, “What’s wrong, Mama?” That storm did not bother me at all. I also have memory of believing that lighting was just a flash on God’s giant camera and that He was taking pictures of the earth – I have NO idea where that thought came from – from the minds of children. In later years, I comforted friends who were frightened of storms, and eventually even became a storm chaser when I worked for a television station during university. I love a good storm!
However, the past couple of weeks as I watched “Irene” make landfall, and the season of fall try so desperately to push Summer out-of-the-way – I found myself thinking about change and how often change comes with storms. It for sure happens in nature – for every cold or warm front that tries to push in and change the current weather conditions we see storms. They may be thunderstorms, rain storms, or devastating storms such as a tornado or hurricane; regardless of the severity, we see them.
I was recently at a Women of Faith conference and heard Patsy Clairemont speak. Of everything else that was said that weekend one of the things that continues to come back and force its way into my thinking was a talk she gave on change. That change can be good. However, almost the same breath she expressed that it very often doesn’t look like what you want.
The changing of seasons of our lives also come with storms. Sometimes just light rain, or some noisy thunder, but sometimes change brings on a violent storm that leaves us broken, shattered, our foundations shifted or cracked and our faith on the brink of destruction. Maybe it is a wound that has cut so deeply into the soul that you wonder how a loving God could have ever let that happen – faith shaken. Or a loss so monumental – a friend, a loved one – that you even as you read this you the memory causes you to take an inward glance and see the cracks in the walls of your faith that happened due to the shift of the foundation of your belief system. It could be a dream – one you held so dearly for so many years and in the end the disillusionment of the failed fulfillment of said dream left you broken into pieces that seem irreparable.
So where does that leave us? Broken, shattered, in disrepair….perhaps even longing for the season that has just passed (even if we didn’t like it either)….anything to bring us out of these storms.
One of my favorite phrases in the Bible is “But God, in His appointed time….” Just saying it out loud calms the raging storms most days. HIS appointed time – not mine. Nothing that happens in my life happens without passing through His hands first. Not a raindrop, a flash of lightning, or furious deluge of a storm can get to me without God allowing it. What promise that holds. In Isaiah 42:16 the scriptures tell us “In paths they do not know, I will guide them. I will make darkness into light before them and rugged places into plains. There are things I will do and I will not leave them undone.”
Do you see the future tense in this verse? There is more…there is a beautiful season beyond this set of storms. The Lord is bringing a respite of coolness to the heat of the summer…we just have to endure through the storm. To keep our eyes focused on the Cross and all of the promises it holds. If you are breathing you still have a purpose, which means there is more to come, and the best God has for you is yet to come.
This summer is going to end. And while the heat was a constant battle for me there were some very beautiful moments. Waking up to an early morning sunrise shining into my eastern facing window, spending time with friends beside the grill, the joy of 6 new and precious lives coming into the world during the month of June, baseball, hot dogs, sweet family time as we came together to celebrate my Grandfather’s 80th year of life, lessons learned that were hard and forever changed parts of me. This season has been good.
Change is coming – with that change will come stormy days and probably a few stormy nights. But change is good. It introduces new seasons, new hope, new joy, new blessings and promises just waiting to be claimed. When the storms pass we’ll still be standing, we’ll see that God has been right there beside us even when we did not see Him…He will heal the wounds if we allow Him, He’ll make the foundation stronger, He will pick up the shattered pieces and create something so beautiful out of the brokenness that would not have been had we not been broken in the first place. So as the change of season begins to roll in and the storms of life begin to build on the horizon – whether they be a light rain storm or a massive hurricane I will say with the writer of Hebrews “Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. (10:23)”
Bring on the change.