Finding words this week has been more like an archeological dig, tedious and laborious (I’ve started this 5 minute post over 5 different times). But that is ok. We serve an infinitely good God who leaves no broken part left undone.
I walked away from the table and meandered home. Shortly after snapping at my children and dreading dinner preparations I realized that a wound from so, so, so many moons ago had surfaced. I felt exposed and I ached. Oh how I ached.
But I couldn’t express it. I had no words to define it (and still don’t). I only have the messiness of a vulnerable heart.
Perhaps you’ve had those moments too, the ones you simply can’t explain. Hurts that just can’t be put between punctuation and grammar. Or maybe it’s a new challenge – something unexpected that doesn’t line up with what you thought should be happening. New or Re-surfaced, disappointment or devastation, they are all accompanied by vulnerability. Disorienting, unnerving, unexplained vulnerability.
Stop striving. It’s like kicking and squirming in quick-sand. (I am taking my own advice tonight). Instead, just turn.
Lord, I turn to You.
My God, I trust in You.
Do not let me be disgraced;
do not let my enemies gloat over me.
No one who waits for You
will be disgraced;
those who act treacherously without cause
will be disgraced.
Make Your ways known to me, Lord;
teach me Your paths.
Guide me in Your truth and teach me,
for You are the God of my salvation;
I wait for You all day long.
~Psalm 25:1-5 HCSB
We are gathering again with a beautifully brave group of writers over at Kate Motaung’s table. One word, Five Minutes (ish) and an outpouring of creativity, love, and grace. I have grown to love Fridays for this reason right here. No matter the word, it always seems to be the perfect punctuation for the week. Come join us, won’t you?!