When you've lived in a season of hard for a long time, a season that feels endless, where each step forward is met with crumbling ground, and each inch gained is met with forceful resistance, it is easy to let weariness become your baseline. But weariness was never meant to be our normal. We were created to have joy in the midst of all the terrible happenings, peace when chaos reigns supreme, and confidence in the one who writes the story.
Since I took a small hiatus from sharing life, I thought maybe a quick catch up was in order. Although many of the things I'm going to share really require their own space here. Because a lot has happened. And very little of it good.
In fact, we found ourselves handed one poop pie after the other over the past year and a half.
Saying thank you for the dirty dishes, and the stinky laundry, and the messes all over the house has been tossed in my face enough times to make me want to gag. Jesus promises us that God will provide each of us for the day at hand. Mercy is new every morning because we get enough for each day. And I can find freedom in knowing that today, there will be enough for today.