My sweet friend Sarah Markley recently wrote a post that hit me between the eyes. So true, her take on the fact that not all stories need to be told as they happen.
I don’t want to be one of those writers that thrashes through everything online. I don’t believe that all emotion is pure and I guarantee you that over the last year many of my emotions have been anything but pure or God honoring. I’m tired from and grateful for being able to wrestle this out with God. I’m ready to start dusting some of this mess off.
It’s been a year since all these major changes have taken place and the fog is lifting. It’s been a year since our move and I’m just starting to feel comfortable in my own skin and in our new home and surroundings. It’s been a year of new family living situations. (I am indeed that sandwich generation gal.) I entered into it, not kicking and screaming but certainly not fully aware of the stress and difficulties that come with it.
In this year we’ve celebrated new jobs and promotions, a daughter getting married, stepping out and joining a new faith community, new friendships as well as the challenges of family members with some pretty serious health conditions.
And sheepishly, frankly, timidly and then not so timidly, I’ve told God that I really am done with the high stress levels and I’d really love some relief. I’d really love some peace.
And you can probably guess this part… He hits me with this scripture from my friends at #shereadstruth
And He follows up with it in the message at church. So I reckon there’s a message in it for me and I should dig in deeper to seek that out. Peacemaker. Not seeking peace, demanding peace, asking for peace. being the peacemaker in order to be a child of God.
Wanna go with me?