Made For This
Her voice whispers that maybe, just maybe, I’m not made for this.
And I sink down a little more.
It’s been a different kind of summer. One that’s held demolition, discouragement, and even death of a loved one. I’m pretty sure I’ve had more questions than answers, more tears than smiles. It’s been hard.
And yet, hidden within these deep places are the inside-out, upside-down mysteries of God.
Like the unexpected belly laugh that a friend-of-twenty-years brings you, on a day that feels nothing but heavy.
Like holding a rainbow (seriously, see my picture:) and remembering His promises are true, holding-on-to-me.
Like a walk at sunset, and a simple breath of beauty.
Like a small gathering of sisters over breakfast, the beginning of something new...something on the brink, bigger-than-me.
Like an opportunity to write again, together with two of my favorite people, with a brave purpose beyond my little (beautiful) circle.
Indeed, it’s been a hard ~ but holy ~ kind of summer.
He’s reshaping me.
He’s saving me.
So I tell her right back...right in the middle of my sinking … I am made for this.
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“Believe in myself and I sink into the waves of worry, procrastination, daily tasks, and diagnoses. There is no dry ground in sight. But sink hard into God and he will buoy the soul on top of the water.
Dying is our invitation to live.
Down is the only way up.
Not having what it takes is not a liability, it’s a prerequisite. Maybe there is hope for us after all.
This is a sacred sinking into knowing he is God.” -Emily P. Freeman, taken from A Million Little Ways
{This post was originally a part of a series on IG called My Next Right Thing, here.}