Lately, I’ve been asking God for something that makes me sweat. Each time I say it, it’s like I’m dangling not only me but also my kids out over a precipice—on the edge of disaster.
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My knees hit the floor with a thud, and my face planted in my hands as tears filled my palms. Kneeling next to our dirty laundry, I cried out, “God, why am I always the afterthought?
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As a mother who was given her options, I know how pain can wreck a person. Life feels incredibly unfair and impossible sometimes.
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While we could see the never-ending struggle as a burden, I want to see it as a gift. A beautiful package that reveals my need for a Savior and keeps me leaning into Him.
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I can still feel the pull, the desire to slip back inside my melancholy and stay there. But then I remember the pennies. I feel their presence…
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Are we searching and seeking, crying out to God like helpless children, when all along the answers could be found in just a few moments with Him?
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It was as if I’d been stripped naked, and there she was, holding a spotlight and pointing out all the things I hated most about myself. “You think you’re better!”
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I hope it’s not too soon to call you “friend.” I’m just so stinking excited that you’re here.
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