Outside the window rain drips hard. Loud. Echoing in my ear. A staccato. The sound of water pouring out from the sky spilling into the empty places. Like a river undammed flowing forth with mighty destruction.
It’s day seventeen and I’m stuck. Stuck at day eight. Paralyzed. Faith draining. Thoughts drip hard. Echoing… unworthy. Incapable. Failure.
Prayers have no words and stillness alludes. I dig deep for thankfulness. Two feet planted firmly in faith thankfulness. Eyes fixed solely on Him thankfulness. The in ALL things
thankfulness. I come up empty.
I know this place. The day eight place. I have lived here. Often. The place where everything seems perfect. Like a bubble floating gracefully in the wind. The sun shining bright against the blue. The
breeze blowing warm. The music never ending. You sing and dance because if you don’t the joy inside might just burst you wide open.
Then it happens. A word. An action. It pierces the bubble and in an instant it’s gone. All the perfect. All the sunshine. All the music. All the joy. As if the piercing went straight. Through. My. Soul.
I know this place. I have lived here. Often. But this time is different. This time I see Him. Reaching for me. I reach back, leaning in. Hard. He shows me the times I have been here. He shows me the
victories He has given. And, I have a choice… I can stay here… or I can move on…
With faith weak and eyes wavering… I choose to move on.
For whatever is born of God overcomes the world; and this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith.
1 John 5:4
Day One :: The Beginning
Day Two :: Abide
Day Three :: In My Strength
Day Four :: He Equips
Day Five :: Embrace
Day Six :: Belonging
Day Seven :: Rise
Day Sixteen :: How Great is Our God
Day Seventeen :: Stuck