A season I didn’t ask for.

We fight for the ones we love.

Where we fail … there is plentiful redemption.

And where we hope … there is a story with an ending worth the fight, a story worth staying in the race for, a story bigger than the one that ends with a headstone.

And there’s a God who’s worth our unwavering gaze.

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*****

It’s early. It’s dead silent.

And it’s colder than I was ready for.

The first slightly chilled breezes of autumn are curling around the house in the dark this morning, and it’s enough to make me reheat my coffee twice before 6 a.m. just so I can curl my cold fingers around the warm mug.

I run a little cold most of the time. I’m a fuzzy socks in July kind of girl. I’m a sweater-in-August kind of girl. And once autumn starts tumbling into winter, I’m a write-indoors-in-fingerless-gloves kind of girl.

And as my fingers wrap around my coffee this morning, I think, it’s coming.

And I think no … I don’t want it.

That’s dramatic, I know. But it never fails that when the very first signs of winter’s cold, dark tendrils start to curl around my life this time of year, I start to cling to the sun like it’s the provider of my every need.

Sunlight seems pretty basic.

But even it isn’t everything.

And if God thinks I need something different than what I think I need, then I have to unclench my fingers and let it go.

This past season — the year I was 35 — a lot of things have happened that I’ve had to gather up in my heart and think about, pray about, cry about with God. Fighting without, and fear within. It’s felt at times like the enemy came rushing in like January, ferociously cold and unrelentingly dark.

There’s been Syria, presidential candidates, hurricanes, children set on fire.

I squeeze my eyes shut. How long, Lord? The whole earth groans.

And even in the battlefield of the few square miles I walk around, there has been hurt so far above my capacity to understand or fix, coming at a speed I haven’t been able to handle. I’ve laid awake at night wondering how much more, Lord? and what in the world do I do? Why do the problems the world dishes out just seem deeper, more brutal, more far reaching these days?

At times my humanity has slammed up against the brokenness of this world like plates at a Greek wedding. At times I’ve made things worse when my intentions were to make them better. At times I simply didn’t have enough to give.

It’s a season I didn’t know was coming, but if I had, I’d have said the same thing to it that I did this morning to winter.

No … I don’t want it.

Yesterday afternoon at the park, I was reading up on the hill above a tennis court, and I watched as a coach stood on his side of the net with an entire cart full of tennis balls, hitting them at the student on the other side as fast as he could pick them up, sometimes while she was still swinging at the last one.

And I thought … I feel you.

Our enemy doesn’t play fair. And there have been times lately I feel I’ve crumbled under his volley as things have come my way that I didn’t know how to deal with.

But there on that hill, hearing ball after ball hit the racquet, I sat in Psalm 130, breeze rustling the pages.

“Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD!
O Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my pleas for mercy!”

The people who walked before us, they’re no stranger to the depths — the psalmist, who wrote this as he was walking up to meet God from the low places; the men and women of Hebrews 11; Corrie Ten Boom, who of her time in a German concentration camp wrote:

“I’ve experienced His presence in the deepest darkest hell that men can create. I have tested the promises of the Bible, and believe me, you can count on them. I know that Jesus Christ can live in you, in me, through His Holy Spirit. You can talk with Him; you can talk with Him out loud or in your heart when you are alone, as I was alone in solitary confinement. The joy is that He hears each word.”

He hears.

I read on.

“If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities,
O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
that you may be feared.”

He knows we all fail, that to this tangled, broken mess of a world, I daily contribute my own brokenness.

“I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.”

But that … that line. Twice.

My soul waits for the Lord, more than it waits for the sunlight. More than it waits for the thing that I think will scatter the dark, warm the cold, bring relief.

“O Israel, hope in the LORD!
For with the LORD there is steadfast love,
and with him is plentiful redemption.
And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.”

Because in Him, there is steadfast love. There is plentiful redemption.

There is hope.

While we wait, we pick up a racquet and keep swinging. We talk to Him, like Corrie Ten Boom did. We tell Him how much this hurts, but how much we want to keep our eyes fixed on Him. We fight for the ones we love, the ones who don’t know Him yet, the ones who don’t have the strength to fight for themselves. We fight to do right by everyone, to pull those back who are rushing headlong into death, to comfort the hurting.

But where we fail … there is plentiful redemption.

And where we hope … there is a story with an ending worth the fight, a story worth staying in the race for, a story bigger than the one that ends with a headstone.

And there’s a God who’s worth our unwavering gaze.

With our eyes fixed on Him, it won’t matter if the morning ever comes, if the sun ever rises. I dare say we won’t even notice.

The sun can’t even begin to compete.

*****

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9 Comments on “A season I didn’t ask for.

  1. Thank you for drawing my mind back to Christ this morning. I’m reading your book right now and am so challenged by your call to surrendure <3

  2. Fingerless gloves! LOL! Reminds me of myself…. [is there a cold hands, warm hearts club?]
    Once again, you’ve brought tears 2 my eyes… *LOVE* your words [they warm my heart—but not my cold hands ;-) ], & *LOVE* Psalms 130 :-)
    Right now I myself, am certainly in a “season I didn’t ask for”, —& don’t know when it will end.
    Struggling hard 2 keep my eyes on Jesus, 4 He is the *ONLY* real hope, everything else will pass & fade away, all others are temporal, only God is eternal.

  3. Grace… thank you for your honest words. I am so grateful for how God is using you to speak into my life. Praying you continue to lean into all that God has ahead. God Bless!

  4. Thankyou sister, for giving from your brokeness, to others who are broken – that we can all see that broken is what we really all are, and what we will ever be- until we see Him.

  5. Grace, your words always touch my heart! This blog really did. I, too, wonder how long will God let us go on! We do fight for our loved ones, as well as, those around us who are hurting and wondering, “Where is God in all this!” As you said, He is right there with us…hearing us…and loving us! His Grace is Sufficient!!!! Just remember, I am praying continually for you!

    One little aside: Your cold nature soooo reminds me of my Grace, 19 years old, (the one I delivered) who wears her North Face jackets, big wooly socks, and long flannel PJ’s all year long!! She loves nature and out of doors as do you. She walks in their woods at least 2 or 3 times a day. Hope one day you both can meet!

    • Mrs. Chalie, so great to hear from you. The bracelet you gave me goes with me anytime I speak somewhere. I’d love to meet your Grace sometime! She sounds like a girl after my own heart. :) Love you!

  6. Thank you for the post.
    Great encouragement for those days when…I don’t *want* it…

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