Grace that simplifies
There are days my world stops spinning. Everything that is wrong hits me at once and, despite my struggle to weave my thoughts through to a solution, I end up stumped, frustrated, exhausted, and in the exact same place I started: stuck. Grief has frozen me more times than I can count and I end those days with weights of guilt. Somewhere along the way I realized that, even in what seems like nothingness, there is still something whether my hands and feet are moving or not. There is still a God who has not surrendered His authority. His hands and feet have not stopped moving. His goodness has not stopped overflowing. His love has not stopped giving. His power has not been defeated by the circumstances that defeat us. Those frozen, mind-numbing days are still preparation for the next ascent. As dark and as draining as those days are, they still serve a great purpose. This gives my soul such rest. I don't have to go fight for something I can't change or foresee. The battle has