My online space has been quiet this summer. Not for a lack of trying–I sit down to write, but the words won’t sit down with me. I don’t know if I have too much to say, or nothing at all. I know the temptation of wanting to only write the lovely and the beautiful, but life looks ugly sometimes and some of it is too messy to put down in print. Suffice it to say, messy and I are intimately acquainted. In the past two months all hell has broken loose in my home. I don’t use those words lightly because I absolutely believe we battle more than flesh and blood, and disobedient kids, and frustrated husbands. We battle in the spirit against enemies like loneliness and fear and failure. Lately, I am fighting on all fronts and my heart weighs heavy and my spirit longs for rest.
I know you understand. You’ve been there and you know messy. You carry your battle scars and your beauty across your chest like a warrior. But even warriors grow weary. If you find yourself in a weary place today, know that we face this together. Some day we’ll trade stories and scars, but there comes a time when we need to allow someone else to fight the battle for us. Jesus calls, and I have no choice but to answer and receive His rest.