We moved from Mississippi to Connecticut in early March of 2010. There was still snow on the ground when we arrived, but only those matted crusts of late winter, grey from the fallen exhaust of passing cars and broken asphalt thrown aside by snowplows. Spring came earlyish that year, and it was a good ten months before we experienced our first real New England winter.
This post described so much of what I have been feeling lately. There are areas of my life that I need to address and He continues to nudge me in those directions hoping that I will respond. This Lent I'm going to dig up some of that gunky stuff and keep shoveling until I've cleared a path for God to fill.
It's so funny when someone I know and love in real life responds to these musings. My first response is always "What? S/he's amazing, there's no way s/he struggles with this!" and then the second immediate rush is "Thank God s/he struggles with this! That means I'm not alone". What an odd progression of thoughts, yeah?
This post described so much of what I have been feeling lately. There are areas of my life that I need to address and He continues to nudge me in those directions hoping that I will respond. This Lent I'm going to dig up some of that gunky stuff and keep shoveling until I've cleared a path for God to fill.
It's so funny when someone I know and love in real life responds to these musings. My first response is always "What? S/he's amazing, there's no way s/he struggles with this!" and then the second immediate rush is "Thank God s/he struggles with this! That means I'm not alone". What an odd progression of thoughts, yeah?
Here's to a fruitful Lent for both of us!