We’re the type to put down roots it seems. To find our groove, rinse and repeat. Sure we like a good adventure now and then. But there’s nothing like a reliable schedule that makes me feel like I can rest and not have to be thinking every waking second.
Except that hasn’t been the last two years, and probably not the last four either. The last year especially feels like I’m on a downward slope without accelerator or brakes and the best I can hope to do is steer except even that is a bit sluggish and I keep finding myself down trails I hadn’t planned and the weeds have grown up and are choking out the blooms I so carefully planted but then forgot to water because something else needed my attention.
The constant appointments never seem to end. The work hours that can’t seem to stay in work hours. The house that is perpetually in such disarray that I could clean from morning to night and still find it a mess again when I wake up in the morning.
Some of these are perennial issues, but others are specific to the current season we find ourselves in. One that I probably wouldn’t have chosen but must find a way to endure nonetheless. No, not just endure, but find a way to live in, thrive in, and rejoice in. Otherwise what is in all for anyway?
Pulling up roots is hard, near impossible at times. Things I keep trying to tear out keep coming back and I can’t decide if that’s good or bad. Some things are meant to survive and others are just too hard to defeat.
Sometimes there are seasons
that throw us all awry,
the place where rhymes and reasons
perforce go to die,
and we are left with hearts adrift,
chaos milling ’round,
lacking any strength to lift
the new debris we’ve found.
It’s easy I should say, Take Heart!
This Will Not Last For All Your Days!
But I cannot, for I’m not part
of your hard and scary ways,
but what I will gladly do
is kneel,and kneeling pray for you.
An honest blog. Sometimes we get discouraged. The garden of our lives can be overgrown with weeds and hard things. Dark seasons. Let’s go back to our heavenly gardener. He knows it, he sees it. He will help us because he promised it. We hope, we wait and take small steps. In Him, with Him.
Sorry to hear you experiencing tough times, though happy you are thriving and rejoicing in the Lord to keep you in His abundance. Endurance is good, but thriving is better. In its season. Blessings to you Bethany. FMF 34