strong enough.

I thought I was strong enough.

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Turns out I’m not feeling strong at all. I’m going to need His help this time.

Just when I thought this move was going to be easy, the weight of my thoughts and life press down. I’m the type of person that believes God has a plan. I believe His path always leads to somewhere great. I’ll give up anything to follow Him. But, this time, it’s harder…

I keep pressing forward even though my heart hurts. I’ve shed some of tears. By no means are they tears of regret but, instead, a sort of realization.

It’s a realization that familiar takes time and I don’t want to wait.

It’s a realization that I’m homesick. Although, I’m not exactly sure what home I’m longing for. There is nowhere I long to return. Yet, home hasn’t settled here in my heart either. So, I stand here, somewhere between where we were and where we are going. Displaced.

It’s a realization that family is far away and that isn’t going to change. I want them here to love my kids, to embrace them and warm their little hearts.

When things are out of sorts, everyone feels it. My kids feel it and I can’t fix it. I show it and they see it on my face. I’m having a hard time disguising my thoughts. Roman said, “Mom, you look sad about something.” My general countenance seems to be taking a toll even when I’m not aware.

The problem with all this “realization” talk is that it’s admittedly self-indulgent.

We all have the right to fall apart every now and then, right? It’s times like this, in my vulnerability, that I recognize Jesus reaching out to me. After all, in the Bible, Jesus didn’t typically run around helping those who had it all together. He was moved by people who knew they had needs.

Psalms 61:2 “I will cry to you when my heart is overwhelmed.    

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”

The solution is not found within myself. The answer is not the resolution of all my concerns. I can’t even suppress my fears with the power of positive thinking.

I simply need a Rock (Jesus) for shelter from my little storm. I need a higher place, higher than the floodwaters.

To achieve peace, I need to anchor my mind and heart on Jesus Himself. I know that He keeps His promises. I know that He loves me passionately. Now, it is time to trust that He’ll save me, even if there is a storm raging inside.

It’s safer to stay anchored to Him than to drift off on my own.

Psalm 100:4 “Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and into His courts with praise. Give thanks unto Him and bless His name.”

This scripture is a call to rise and look, in faith, to the God who loves us. It’s time I fill my mouth, heart, and mind with praise; I have a feeling that I’ll find that God’s presence is right there, ahead of me.

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One thought on “strong enough.

  1. Margie, you don’t know me, but this post really resonates with me. My husband, myself, and our two sons recently relocated to Chattanooga from Florida, and I am dealing with that same “storm” raging inside of me because I am incredibly homesick. Our world has been flipped upside down. Trusting and waiting patiently on God…

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