The Post that Wasn’t

This is a post that has swirled in my head for many weeks. 

It gathers like vapor into a fragile cloud; then time and dirty laundry and supper come and blow it away, and my brain goes blank again.

Sometimes life gets complicated--blessing and sorrow side by side in an uneasy truce; blessing and sorrow intermingled; blessing  and sorrow growing from the same branch.  Suddenly Charles Dickens’s endless “ best of times, worst of times” sentence begins to echo my own experience.

This school year we are living in best and worst of times.  The blessings are the challenges; the challenges the blessings.  Even as I know that I know that I know God appointed us for this time, I grieve pain I see in one I love.

I want to fix it. 

I can’t.

I want to rush the Holy Spirit, hurry Him along, step in and take His place.

When my friend wraps me in hugs and says, “Today, it is okay.  It will NOT just be okay one day; it really is okay today,” I hear the gentle whisper of my patient Lord.

I camp out in Hebrews 2:11.

^“Both the one who makes men holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.”

I cannot answer every question perfectly, sooth every hurt, make the hard stuff go away.  Yet, in my weakness, He will not leave me—or those I love. 

Christ is not ashamed to call us His sisters.

Be Blessed today,

Ginger