It’s another late night as I tread this lonesome road…
…one dark in shadow and glistening in twilight…
…a fair reminder of the fine line on which I walk.
In all honesty, I should be ecstatic: The year ends in ‘2’ again, my family is healthy, new ministerial endeavors are in discussion, and I work for a company with ‘Foundation‘ in its name. Not to mention my location has doubled its seasonal snow average in just one week.
But given how last year transpired, not even a blanket of white can hide my anxieties of late.
On one hand, I’m hopeful and relish the light at the end of the tunnel. Juby is now at Vanderbilt; remodeling on our house has begun, and we’re on the doorstep of starting Caeden, Evy, and Milo at a new school a mile down the street.
On the other, I’m hesitant to be so optimistic. I look in the mirror every morning and note the scars wondering when the internal bleeding will stop. Lord knows Lys and I will need counseling to account for retroactive trauma. How easy it is to wonder how long we must juggle above our means…and if we’ll ever be able to find ourselves after this stretch.
Still, I stand firm, thankful as I count the blessings along with the cost. Even with the bittersweet coating, my trust in God’s faithfulness to provide what we need and expand our capacity to handle more is intact. Regardless of narrative, of scene or setting…this season is on a timer.
It will end, the dust will settle, and the celebration, when all is said and done, will be unlike any I’ve ever experienced.
Until then, we wait, not waste, in eager expectancy awaiting fresh outpourings of patience and perseverance.
So, what next then?
Do I continue to hold onto hope…the end of my rope? For things to turn from current scope?
No question. After all, I’ve learned to be content not having all the answers.
If anything, I desire to know how to better contend in 2022 – to not only be still in God’s strength but present in every moment…always on call to call out.
God, I invite you into this calm. Even though it seems carved out, even though I’m completely overwhelmed, you’re welcome here. Extend these silenced waters so I may walk on them. And if and when I sink, remind me what ultimately matters. No matter what, you’re here with me. Depth be darned.
As for you, my friends, there’s a next step with your name on it. I may not know what it involves or how many are required; however, the more I think about where we’ve been and where we’re going in this decade of disorientation, the more I believe these seasons are on purpose for purpose. Although we pine for breakthrough, take heart amidst these temporary strains and consider them as what He ordains…
…for good, for better, and ultimately best; cherish the ride, embrace the rest.
For together, we’ll get there; from point A to elsewhere.
Until then, keep burning; love well; stay in prayer.
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