The older I get, though, the more I realize that my life kind of resembles country music lyrics. My mama and daddy are usually right, broken hearts find a way to heal, beer is good, God is great, life's a dance and there really is something about your favorite pair of blue jeans.
I've spend hours upon hours trying to into words what it feels like to get the rug pulled out from under you. To get your heart broken in away that it changes the way you see life and people and Jesus. The kind of reset that requires bringing you to your knees in the most humble way. The heart bearing kind where you feel like it's hard to breathe.
I've been trying to find the words to explain what it feels when when the broken heart is yours and when it's someone you love. To have to watch as they struggle and break and know that you can't fix it.
That kind of hard gets into your guts, it give it everything it has you feel like you have nothing left to give. No fight left in you. And you don't.
We can't do life alone. We're not supposed to. Jesus has this way of showing up in the strangest ways at the strangest times.
I've talked about this being a season in my life, and in many of my people's lives, of becoming. The wilderness into the promise land, the arriving at a newer, better you.
But really, i think it's about overcoming. The resilience you find when you know that people are praying for you, or will bring you coffee when you really need, who will hug you even when huggin' isn't there thing. People who get up on shaky ladders or spend all day with you because you don't to be alone. When they listen to you talk and cry about the same thing. When they offer advice that you don't take right away.
The come wade into the waters of your storm without a second thought. The people that quietly remind you that not everyone sucks, that you're strong and brave and worth all the effort. They often the people who make getting out of bed a little less shitty. They can't change our circumstances but they can be reminders that Jesus is mighty. His love is strong and we are never alone.
It's often so hard, for me anyway, to see the forest through the trees. To find God's goodness in the trenches, but it's, more often than not, the very place where his the most obviously present.
.
This has been the winter of our discontent for many of us. We've stared at the broken pieces our lives and wondered how they'd ever fit back together again. How our heart would ever pump hard and full.
and there are people that grab the pieces and start putting things together again. A beautiful mosaic fit together by the glue that is formed when you say to the important things. It's what love looks like. Messy, off centered, and sparkly flecks some so small you'd miss them if you didn't know what you're looking at.
It's what happens when you say yes to small things like packing boxes, or dinner, or just sitting and being okay with not knowing what to say. Its in those moments when we find out strength.
I've learned that spring is always right around the corner. The hurt get smaller, your heart beats stronger, your will eventually stand on your own feet again, and if you need to hold someones hand sometimes, it's okay.
I'm so thankful for the people who let me hold their hands when i'm scared or weak or broken. When i look back at my life, i will always be thankful for the times that i got my hands dirty for the people mattered. The times when i said yes when it mattered, even when it was awkward or scary.
Because i've met jesus in ways i would have never otherwise. To understand the feeling do being willing do to almost anything to make someone's pain go away. To want to make them see how much love is in the world....that kind of feeling....that doesn't come from anywhere else except the holy spirit.
We need reminders that God's near and most often they come in the form of people.
I'm redefining this season as one of becoming but also overcoming. Because Love Wins. every time.
I will always be grateful to the people who have let me see them without their shell, and who haven't run away when i've lost my shit too many times to count.
this life is so hard, but after every winter comes spring...and it's good to know that there is life out there....beyond the brokenness you currently feel. The things we're overcoming are writing such a beautifully complicated gut wrenching story about who God is and the restoration and love that's possible in even the deepest valleys.
I've spend hours upon hours trying to into words what it feels like to get the rug pulled out from under you. To get your heart broken in away that it changes the way you see life and people and Jesus. The kind of reset that requires bringing you to your knees in the most humble way. The heart bearing kind where you feel like it's hard to breathe.
I've been trying to find the words to explain what it feels when when the broken heart is yours and when it's someone you love. To have to watch as they struggle and break and know that you can't fix it.
That kind of hard gets into your guts, it give it everything it has you feel like you have nothing left to give. No fight left in you. And you don't.
We can't do life alone. We're not supposed to. Jesus has this way of showing up in the strangest ways at the strangest times.
I've talked about this being a season in my life, and in many of my people's lives, of becoming. The wilderness into the promise land, the arriving at a newer, better you.
But really, i think it's about overcoming. The resilience you find when you know that people are praying for you, or will bring you coffee when you really need, who will hug you even when huggin' isn't there thing. People who get up on shaky ladders or spend all day with you because you don't to be alone. When they listen to you talk and cry about the same thing. When they offer advice that you don't take right away.
The come wade into the waters of your storm without a second thought. The people that quietly remind you that not everyone sucks, that you're strong and brave and worth all the effort. They often the people who make getting out of bed a little less shitty. They can't change our circumstances but they can be reminders that Jesus is mighty. His love is strong and we are never alone.
It's often so hard, for me anyway, to see the forest through the trees. To find God's goodness in the trenches, but it's, more often than not, the very place where his the most obviously present.
.
This has been the winter of our discontent for many of us. We've stared at the broken pieces our lives and wondered how they'd ever fit back together again. How our heart would ever pump hard and full.
and there are people that grab the pieces and start putting things together again. A beautiful mosaic fit together by the glue that is formed when you say to the important things. It's what love looks like. Messy, off centered, and sparkly flecks some so small you'd miss them if you didn't know what you're looking at.
It's what happens when you say yes to small things like packing boxes, or dinner, or just sitting and being okay with not knowing what to say. Its in those moments when we find out strength.
I've learned that spring is always right around the corner. The hurt get smaller, your heart beats stronger, your will eventually stand on your own feet again, and if you need to hold someones hand sometimes, it's okay.
I'm so thankful for the people who let me hold their hands when i'm scared or weak or broken. When i look back at my life, i will always be thankful for the times that i got my hands dirty for the people mattered. The times when i said yes when it mattered, even when it was awkward or scary.
Because i've met jesus in ways i would have never otherwise. To understand the feeling do being willing do to almost anything to make someone's pain go away. To want to make them see how much love is in the world....that kind of feeling....that doesn't come from anywhere else except the holy spirit.
We need reminders that God's near and most often they come in the form of people.
I'm redefining this season as one of becoming but also overcoming. Because Love Wins. every time.
I will always be grateful to the people who have let me see them without their shell, and who haven't run away when i've lost my shit too many times to count.
this life is so hard, but after every winter comes spring...and it's good to know that there is life out there....beyond the brokenness you currently feel. The things we're overcoming are writing such a beautifully complicated gut wrenching story about who God is and the restoration and love that's possible in even the deepest valleys.
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