This was supposed to be done by, say, noon-ish today. I had good intentions…promise. But there was a mound of groceries to be purchased at Wal-Mart [aka my arch nemesis] – with my 18 month old. And then there was park playing to be done and lunch to be consumed and a nap to be taken/Gilmore Girls to be watched. Then there was dinner to be prepared and a family bike ride to be partaken in. So, here I am ready to tell you what I came up with yesterday. What I gleaned from – or at least during – my church skipping.
I am barely standing because there’s too much weight and not enough Jesus in my life. That’s pretty much it. “Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Weary? Check. Heavy laden? Check.
Last night I found myself amidst a thought web – you know how those work, right? – and stopped at a strand that contained nothing more than a moment, really, but in it there was a me that was strong and confident and bold because I had a deep understanding, an unfaltering belief that the battle – mine and that of my peers – belongs to the Lord. Somewhere along the way I have loosened my grip on that life-altering truth.
It’s time to throw out the things that are tugging me away from that confidence – the one that helps me settle right into being sure of what I hope for and certain of what I cannot see. Yes, it’s time. Don’t you think?
Keep on keepin’ it down and dirty. Love y’all like crazy!
P.S. LOVING reading your Mayhave Monday posts! The community I’m finding amidst the truths of your lives is spectacularly refreshing. Thank you!