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.
Steady yourself, girl.
Here you go again.
Stretching your faith into the unseen, strength of patience, of faith.
Sometimes it can be a vicious cycle, but this time, you are calm. There is a peace of spirit that lifts and carries you into the unknown, that holds you steady though the waves of doubt may try and knock you off your boat.
He who goes with you has already steadied and silenced the storm thousands of years ago. Now, He has cleared a way for you to walk, whether you turn to the left or right. You can be certain that where you go is good.
Breathe. Settle in for the road to come.
My second 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: Steady. Maybe I shouldn’t write freehand and I’d get my word count up.
Who am I when all that held my identity is stripped away?
When who I have placed myself to be for the past three and a half years, could be taken away in just a few short months?
“If the next thing for you doesn’t involve writing, will you be okay with that?”
I hear this question asked of me.
If I do not take stock in living off of words, will I still be able to stand?
It comes back to identity. Where I find my worth. Is it in my abilities? My community? My family and those around me? Who am I, truly, deeply, when what I do, what I associate myself with, is stripped away and I am bare in being and have God alone to sustain?
He is enough. Is He enough?
Speak, my heart. Speak in truth. Are you okay with being, not doing? In stillness, not sacrifice?
Do you know from where your worth is sparked?
It’s not in what, but who.
Rest in this.
My first attempt at Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Worth.