Oh, but how March brings the mud.
I confessed to a dear friend on recently that I was struggling. I just don’t know where I am, honestly. I’m not lost; I’m not found. I’m in-between. Worries and concerns and flat-out fears flying all over the place… and me just treading water day-by-day until all the clouds clear away and I can get back to living. Surely that will happen on the first day of spring, no?
Funny, but I don’t think this “winter” I’m in is going to simply end with a calendar date.
Best to learn to swim.
This friend, who is family both in law and in heart, said, “Let’s try this: when you begin to cry out or fight or shrink… you pray for ME. When I slip into my doubts and frustrations and questions… I’ll pray for you. I guarantee you’ll be prayed for several times a day. I would love to wrestle in prayer for you. Will you do that with me?”
Epaphras, who is one of you and a servant of Christ Jesus, sends greetings. He is always wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured.
That is brilliant.
It’s only been a couple of days and my guess is that girl is nearly a saint by some religions. I’ve said her name so many times in prayer that she could walk into battle unarmed and walk out perfectly unharmed. It is a stunning exercise. Humbling and worthy and good.
I see green grass growing near me.
Time to plant beautiful seeds.
The work, though small, is beginning.
Kaylee wrote about HOME.
Missy wrote about BEAUTY.
“Do not despise the small things.
The Lord delights to see the work begin.”