I hardly know where to begin. The past 7 weeks have been a blur of highs and lows, peaks and valleys, all tangled up together. It’s amazing how life can do that, isn’t it?
In the middle of an ordinary summer day, a text lit up my phone. It said something like, “There’s this job. You should pray about it.”
My logical side quickly threw up a stop sign, while my insides went all gooey with excitement. What followed could not exactly be called praying. It looked more like trembling before God full of fearful, doubtful, what if, what next, and how could I ever questions.
Throughout that chaos, there was a still, small whisper, “This is it.”
That word came after a long season of healing over the old and waiting on the new. All along the way, those cluttered questions have run through my mind as I’ve [really, really] focused my heart on being content where God had me.
And then, He changed where I was going.
I’m the girl that encourages us to believe in God’s goodness, grace, and power. I love to rejoice alongside you when He shows up and does the amazing and impossible. For some reason, it’s much harder to believe the impossible is possible for me.
The truth is, time and again, I make God smaller than I should—so much smaller than He is. Why? Because cautious optimism is safer. Let’s face it, sometimes the impossible just feels too impossible…even for God.
For nothing will be impossible with God.
Luke 1:37 ESV
Not too long after the “there’s this job” text, I began the interview process for a women’s ministry position at my home church. After many long conversations, the actual real kind of prayer, and a peaceful confidence that [seriously] surpassed my understanding, I have accepted that position. It’s the start of something new—the answer to the “impossible” prayer.
Don’t be afraid to imagine the impossible,
when we have a God who promises He can deliver it.
But wait, there’s more…
Along those weeks of everything right, something was wrong. My body wreaked havoc, my head dizzy and full, a previously healed ailment rearing its head once more. The doctors shrugged with no explanation, much less relief. How can everything say “normal,” but not be normal at all?
There’s the tangle: restoration and joy alongside confusion and frustration.
I’ll be honest, keeping on in the face of adversity isn’t easy for me. My flesh longs for safety and predictability, but faith looks nothing like that. Faith isn’t easy or effortless.
Faith is risky, but it’s the only choice that makes sense.
In the face of insurmountable odds and confounding circumstances, we can so quickly count ourselves out, but faith says, “Keep going.” God says, “Choose Me.”
We might be weary, but God is still mighty to conquer.
We might doubt, but God is still steadfast and true.
We may be insecure, but God still calls us chosen and worthy.
We may forget, but we are never forgotten.
I don’t even know how to end. It’s all still a blur, and I’m still sorting, sifting, and simply keeping on, while confusion and celebration hold hands.
But, this is what I know…We keep choosing faith. We keep choosing God.
We rejoice when there’s cause and we give ourselves permission to grieve, and rest, and come undone when the world offers it’s worst. And for every moment in between, we [really, really] believe in the God who promises that the impossible is never too impossible for Him. Then, we watch as He delivers it. ♥
“Blessed is she who believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her.”
Luke 1:45 NIV
By His endless grace,
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