I’m riding the struggle bus the last several days. I won’t bore you with the variety of reasons why. Suffice to say this is a tough season. And I feel delicate.
Some days are better than others. Some moments are better than others. But overall, I feel weak. Kind of like my sweet girl here trying to work the nozzle on a can of silly string.
Her tiny little three-year-old fingers were not strong enough to do it. She wanted to do it on her own. She got really frustrated that she couldn’t do it on her own. She tried and tried but the harder she tried and “failed” the worse she felt.
But she’s not a failure. She simply is not meant to do this task on her own.
Life. We are not meant to do it on our own.
It’s a hard lesson to learn. Accepting help. Relinquishing the false sense of control in life you think you have. Facing crushing emotions and surrendering them in attempt to gain peace. Forgiving. And then forgiving again. And again.
God is in control. I am not.
I can accept that and allow Him to be the Potter and mold me as He purposed at the beginning of time or I can keep fighting and struggling.
The choice is clear but not necessarily easy.
One day at a time. Choosing gratitude on really tough days because this messy life is beautiful even when it’s hard.
In Christ Alone,