“We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge us into despair – for some, self-destruction. Time alone with God reveals the unfathomable depths of the poverty of the spirit. We are so poor that even our poverty is not our own: It belongs to the mysterium tremendum of a loving God.” ~ Brennan Manning
This is my truth for sure. There are times when I cannot wait to get home to my spot on the carpet at His feet. I always find refuge there – always, always.
Lately, I have needed it more than I have in a very long time. And in all honesty, sometimes I am so spent that I can’t even pray. I am beyond grateful for my friends & family who’ve stood in the gap when I couldn’t.
I have not been coping gracefully or well at all with some things that have happened. Last week was truly one of the darkest weeks of my life. To make matters worse, I have absolutely no control to make a particular thing any better. That realization hits me off & on most days with a vengeance.
When it feels as though the walls are caving, closing & trapping us in, we must look up to whence comes our help – for God is our shelter, our refuge – an eternal place of help in the present moments & the ones to come. And in the past too – the ones we keep re-visiting because we suffered loss & loss always turns us back. Even the strongest among us still remember. Sometimes. And for the sting of loss to lessen at all is grace to us & victory.
Do not give up on your impossibilities.
For nothing is impossible with God.
Much love & audacious hope,
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