One year ago today, I wrote in my journal:
"the weary world rejoices..."
I'm ready for some rejoicing.
It has been a sad and dark time. You are not unaware. I have to believe you see me here.
And this wasn't even the saddest of posts. That would come a week later.
It's wild to me that one year later I've found a season of rejoicing. Not wild because I didn't think it would happen. But wild because it's nothing like I prayed for. It looks different than I could have ever dreamed up. No, not everything is magically better. Life is still hard. Prayers are still left unanswered. Questions remain. But He brought me into a spacious place.
"He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters/// He brought me into a spacious place; he rescued me because delighted in me."
Psalm 18:16, 19
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