All I Had
I was not expecting the calm that eventually rolled in like a fog this October.
I felt muddy. Trapped. I struggled to pray, to rally, to put up a fight.
And I think that’s a mistake we all make sometimes - thinking we need to do more.
Thinking we can manifest a victory in our own strength. Thinking God is ignorant or indifferent to our plight.
Thinking it depends on us.
Instead, I called to mind something I felt God put on my heart the first time around. I meditated on it for a bit, and left everything else with Him.
If you’re wrestling with something you can’t see your way out of, might I suggest you stop for a moment?
You weren’t meant to shoulder it.
You can’t overcome it on your own.
And there is rest to be found in letting go.
Three weeks of waiting; a simple petition for help. It was all I had in me. And it was enough.
Because He is enough.
He was already on the way.
And I felt it the strongest when I gave up the fight.
Matthew 12:21 - The mere sound of his name will signal hope.