May we be blessed, they tend to say. Does that mean we are untouched by trial?
The burden is my blessing when it brings me closer to my brokenness.
When I bleed, I believe.
The protection that I do not see, when I am standing smack dab in the middle of the fire.
The grace to get me through another tear-torn night, heart aching in disbelief at how it could be wrung and shattered yet again.
The ability to go through another hard thing and endure, survive through the pain.
Conversely, it is the underside of struggle where God manifests Himself in raw ways I need to have. To know that all is out of my control, but completely in His. To laugh through the hurt, to trust with my full weight falling on Him.
To be blessed is to receive Him who knows me best. Who knows where I lay and where I am yet still to go.
I am still standing. He is here. And this assurance of the unseen goes before me. I am blessed to be in the dark so I may understand the how He bends close.
My third attempt at the Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Blessing. Tried computer typing for this one and still didn’t increase word count that much. Oh well. Keep writing.