I am so thankful that we now know when we will be leaving our property. I am counting down the days when we will leave and hoping it will be sooner. I am looking forward to the adventure God has for us. I rejoice that I am in God’s will.
Yet…
Every step through my “old” house is like a knife piercing my heart. I walk the yard and see all of my projects that are now taken over with weeds. I see the mold growing on my ceilings. I cry over my water ceasing while I shower. I cringe over the broken door. It is so painful. The blade of what could have been, what should have been plunges deep. I long to be free of this. I long to drive away.
Someone said to me today, “Your not really leaving, are you?”
I don’t think I could bear that.
Do you know that I suffer in this way? Do you know that I am grieving? Do you know of my blade?
I am not asking you to feel sorry for me. I am not asking for a hand out. But would you be willing to partner in my suffering? Would you be willing to pray for my family? Would you be willing to struggle together?
“For you have been given not only the privilege of trusting in Christ but also the privilege of suffering for Him. We are in this struggle together. You have seen my struggle in the past and know that I am still in the midst of it.” Philippians 1:29-30
Letters from Me 