For His Glory and Our Good: February 2017

Life. Is. Heavy. For our little family, the past several months {more like years!} have felt like absolute chaos that's been perfectly orchestrated to keep me biting my nails til they hurt yet somehow not panicking... yet.

Stuff gets piled up. Schedules overlap and collide. Dinner get's burned {or forgotten}
We say "Hi! Bye!" as we run past each other throwing a kid or two one way or another. . . Often people tell me "Girrrll, I don't know HOW you do it! I would give up." // Give up on what? Life? Well see... here's the thing. I can't. I have a husband, children, and a job (x3) that are relying on me to keep going.

When the days bleed into weeks and I haven't slept since... what day is it?!

When I can't truthfully tell you whether or not my underwear are clean.

When I'm not entirely sure when I brushed my teeth or showered last... don't judge... you know...

// Life is heavy. Life is messy. Sometimes life is a metaphorical {and maybe not-so metaphorical} toddler in a hamster wheel about to Evil Knievel jump off the dining room table only to splat face first onto the hard wood floor.
Tears. Blood. Snot...
It happens to the best of us but we're not in this race to the finish by our own strength. Nor are we expected to finish on our own. Scripture tells me that I can do all things through Christ who is my strength. So when life gets heavy "Lead me to the rock who is stronger than I..." Then that yoke gets a little lighter. I wasn't intended or designed to face the challenges of this life alone. But I am intended and designed to finish. I am called to "...run with endurance the race that is set before me, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of my faith..."

I may get to that finish line covered in blood, sweat, tears, baby drool, and some of yesterday's breakfast matted into my hair, but I'm there.

Christ calls me to Him not in a lighthearted, beautifully perfected, dry-cleaned state. He calls me to bring the heavy with me. The real me. All the ugly parts too.

Because it's in those imperfect, disheveled, heavy moments that I'm refined and renewed. //

I cannot outrun His goodness. I cannot undo His love.
I cannot outweigh His strength.

I cannot bring something to Him that is too heavy.

//

So here I am with my sumo sized metaphorical weight of life.
My legs and arms are burning but by golly, we're getting there.

{Heavy}

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