It's November. I didn't think I'd make it through October. I remember eating dinner with Leslie on October 1st and looking at her and asking her to pray because I was already tired from everything that was going to happen that month. I am so thankful and humbled to be sitting here a week into November not only having made it through October but having made it through, by grace and grace alone, better than when I started.
The Holy Spirit has been stirring within my heart pointing and pricking and pushing and convincing and setting me toward a path that is difficult but one I am finally ready to walk down. I'm in the early stages, just a few short steps in, but as I continue the trip forward, with no step backs or at the very least no turning around and fleeings, I will continue to share. We all have hard roads we need to walk and we can't walk them alone. While my official sharings of clinging to my beloved God of Hope is complete my desire to write about His work in my heart is not. Whether just for me, a handful of others or enough to fill Jordan-Hare (which is HIGHLY unlikely and not a goal just for the record) I want to continue to bare it all, to process it out and to pray it encourages just one.
I've been nervous about continuing on and letting all the doubt and insecurity try to weasel it's way back in or maybe inviting it back as the case may be. But then a word from a friend or a well timed verse from the bible or a devotion shared by my husband encourages me and gives me truth, sometimes hard truth, in love. I don't know why I'm always surprised when God shows up. Of course with that surprise comes awe and to lose that feeling toward my Creator would be a sad day indeed.
I want Him to use me. I want to share my heart and to keep none of it to myself. I want to show others and help others to do the same so that all masks are off and the only thing we see are the beautiful hearts of other sinners who are firmly in the hand of God ready to be on each other's team, on the Kingdom's team, and not fighting amongst ourselves. I pray this desire never goes away. I pray it only grows stronger. I pray that He will continue to surprise me as I see Him show up in this desire or keep in awe as He drives it in different ways. Will you pray with me please?
The Holy Spirit has been stirring within my heart pointing and pricking and pushing and convincing and setting me toward a path that is difficult but one I am finally ready to walk down. I'm in the early stages, just a few short steps in, but as I continue the trip forward, with no step backs or at the very least no turning around and fleeings, I will continue to share. We all have hard roads we need to walk and we can't walk them alone. While my official sharings of clinging to my beloved God of Hope is complete my desire to write about His work in my heart is not. Whether just for me, a handful of others or enough to fill Jordan-Hare (which is HIGHLY unlikely and not a goal just for the record) I want to continue to bare it all, to process it out and to pray it encourages just one.
I've been nervous about continuing on and letting all the doubt and insecurity try to weasel it's way back in or maybe inviting it back as the case may be. But then a word from a friend or a well timed verse from the bible or a devotion shared by my husband encourages me and gives me truth, sometimes hard truth, in love. I don't know why I'm always surprised when God shows up. Of course with that surprise comes awe and to lose that feeling toward my Creator would be a sad day indeed.
I want Him to use me. I want to share my heart and to keep none of it to myself. I want to show others and help others to do the same so that all masks are off and the only thing we see are the beautiful hearts of other sinners who are firmly in the hand of God ready to be on each other's team, on the Kingdom's team, and not fighting amongst ourselves. I pray this desire never goes away. I pray it only grows stronger. I pray that He will continue to surprise me as I see Him show up in this desire or keep in awe as He drives it in different ways. Will you pray with me please?
As a tardy blog reader, I just got caught up on your posts and wanted to say that they are powerful and brave and I just love your heart and vulnerability. When I think of you and your journey, I can't help but think of the phrase, "beauty from ashes". Press on, sister, you are pointing me to Jesus.
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