I miss you around here. Sorry I've been a bit absent, lately.
The days have been frantic in a mess of boxes, last minute
to-do’s, and hugs and tears and the like.
I’m carving out a quick five minutes, though, for my favorite
five-minutes of the week…the ones where I pour my heart out without concern for
perfection and invite you to join us. Linking
up with the Gypsy Mama.
Today’s topic, as usual, is quite timely. It’s about growing.
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This has been a year of growing. Stretching, twisting, bending over backwards
to stretch my influence just a teensy bit more… reaching higher that I might
internalize every single second of this journey.
I’m a tall girl, and wrought with decades of midnight
aching, legs being stretched internally with agony. I know that the act of growing produces pain.
And, that pain produces growing.
I’ve burnt that candle at both ends around here… hurt to
learn, learn to grow, learn to heal, hurt to heal, heal to learn, grow to
learn. And I’m ever amazed by just what
the Lord is up to in the midst of all this, the majestic sort of unknown that
requires such faith to stand in the midst of the pain it takes to grow.
Today for some and in previous days for others, I have said goodbye
to the boys we’ve cared for here… the boys not of my body but of my heart… the
boys that have called me Mom anyway, and meant it… the boys that don’t have to
love us, but do and they love better than I’ll ever know how. Pain is at its tipping point, today. Would you offer up a prayer for us, if you
think of it? A prayer for them, for
their too-often-hurt-already hearts that shouldn’t have to bear another leaver? And for me, for the lump in my throat and the
shards in my heart as we take one more step, out of one kind of pain and into
another, for the sake of growing. For
the anguish Husband and I will put ourselves through for being more ‘leavers’
to come and go from this place? For
transparent love, for traveling mercies, for healed hearts, and mostly, for
grace.
STOP
Thank you friends. I’ll
be back around this place again soon. We’re
jaunting all through the desert landscape of this country through the next
week, but my fingers will find their way back to this keyboard once the
evergreens outnumber the cactuses.
‘Til then…
