I find myself in a season where everything is up in the air and nothing is certain. Trapped in the temporary, I find myself familiar with mascara stains and desperate prayers as I seek after the God that carries me. I want to know the end result after the rug has been jerked from underneath me. Even though the future looks like a question mark, He remains my constant source of stability. (Is 33:6 NET)
And yet here in this place I'm no longer the mother. I am the needy child with arms outstretched waiting to be picked up. I long to know the outcome to this waiting game and yet it's not for me to know right now. I simply have to wait, to rest, and allow myself to be carried. When I carry my children they never seem to worry that my footing will be unsure. They simply rest in my arms secure for the journey. With their legs wrapped around me and sweet head on my shoulder, their gaze remains on what is behind us as we move towards where we are headed. One day our yesterday will be a blur and only the faithfulness of the One who carried us will remain.
"Indeed I am composed and quiet, like a young child carried by its mother; I am content like the young child I carry. O Israel, hope in the Lord now and forever more." (Psalm 131: 2-3 NET)
I'm not sure where you are on your journey, but this much I do know. God desires to give you a composed confidence as He carries you. Your arms are probably tired from the load you are carrying. But, place your hope in the Lord, sweet child of God, and allow yourself to be carried.
"And she will have no more fear of change, being full of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge: the fear of the Lord is her wealth." (Is 33:6 BBE)
Much love,
Jennifer
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