I'm having a hard time getting it together...just struggling. I'm homesick. Struggling with sadness I'm used to carrying lighter, struggling with sadness I'm unaccustomed to. Struggling with feeling very alone and foreign and small. Struggling with the past year, parts of it so painful, struggling with healing.
I use the word "struggling" because I'm actively working it through. I'm continuing to battle until He brings me His peace. He's not finished, I'm not finished. He's not going anywhere, and neither am I.
I'm just down. He's here, too.
I know some of you can relate, and I trust He's faithful and good--those are HIS character, even when I'm struggling. Even when I'm not good.
So I pulled up an old post today, from last year, and I was in the middle--365 days ago--of a different heavy struggle. I wrote this--to you then--and maybe this time, to me.
Even in the darkest moments, He is still giving gifts. He is still working miracles. He is still redeeming, He is still loving, He is still meeting us, He is still bestowing unmerited grace. He is still our Hope.
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