I was dreading it. One more obligation. One more thing to do. And although I believe the mantra ‘we can do hard things’, there are times when I just want an easy thing. One.easy.thing. Amidst all the hard things in life. All those things that pull me eight ways to Sunday.
And as I sat there thinking self-defeating thoughts, mentally beating myself up again for all my inadequacies and inabilities. God just lifted it. The cloud. He lifted it. Physically- as if before my very eyes. As if a torrent of rain had been falling and quite by sudden, a sunburst had appeared. For the storm was over. And I knew.
God doesn’t call us into a spirit of fear. Of guilt. Of hopelessness.
He calls us to empowerment. To love and capability. And He isn’t standing over us shouting out orders, reminding us again and again of all our failings. Of all the ways in which we haven’t added up.
And He isn’t trying to dream up more hard things for me to do.
He’s there to do the hard things for me.
He is there to ease the load. Lighten the weight. He is there to take me as I am, where I am. As is. And love me all the more for my weakness.
And He’s there to do more. So much more. Than I could ever begin to imagine.
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