Y’all, I come to this space to write often, but I rarely get anything out. It’s like God’s not finished with the thoughts in my head yet, so I don’t feel like I can start the retelling.
I keep coming across encouraging words about walking in your calling, pushing through when you want to quit, getting to the destination, and I just know it’s coming… eventually. It seemed as though our season of transition was coming to a close, and then the new house flooded. Then there was an issue with the doors. Then we were in the hospital for three days. And then. And then. And then.
Here’s the thing, though, I’m not mad. I’m not sad. I’m not anything but grateful. I know that He makes all things work together for my good. I know He has plans for our family to prosper. I know He called us here. I know He is working in and through this house we built for fellowship, prayer, and furthering the Kingdom. I see Him working through the boy wanting to reach others who are sick and hurting.
I’m pretty much a giant ball of emotions lately, but I know Whose I am. I know that He is able to do immeasurably more than I can even ask or dream. I know that when this season ends, we will see His glory. And that’s really what it’s all about.
