If I am on a “walk with the Lord,” then I have been at a standstill while He keeps moving forward. I feel like a huge pause button has been pressed in my life. Everything else kept moving forward, but I have been simply and truly stuck.
For so long I was just waiting for the next thing to happen – May and early June were the craziest months of my entire life. We packed up our home. We (and by we I really mean my husband) painted and prepped as much as we could in our new home. We moved. In the middle of all of this I had three concerts, two Memorial Day Parades, 4 Graduation Events, an 8th grade recognition night, and two awards assemblies. And I had to pack up my classroom because they are refinishing the floor in my room this summer.
As I checked one thing after another off my list, instead of feeling more at peace, I still felt heavy, weary and joyless.
And then my Grandfather died.
There is a beautiful poem called “Footprints,” by an anonymous author, that has always been tremendously comforting to me. Do you know it? Are you nodding along with me? If not, please–Read:
I know that I have not been alone in this dark and gloomy stretch. But I feel so forlorn, and at times so lost and helpless. Like the narrator of the poem, I could not, and can not feel His arms around me. I do not feel the security of His embrace.
Are you in a similar place? Are you feeling lost, confused, overwhelmed, or alone? Let’s remind each other how precious we are to Him. How beloved we are to Him.
Lord, help us to be aware of your presence, and feel your tangible care for us. Help us to break out of this slump, and find the strength again to walk beside you. We believe, we trust, and we will rest in You. (And only You. Not in ice cream. Just sayin’.) Ahem. Thank you for humor. Thank you for the beauty of a blue sky, and the majesty of the flowers that you create, whether they bloom for a whole season, or for three days. Thank you for the variety of your creation. Thank you for our different personalities and strengths, woven beautifully together, to tell Your story.
Thank you, precious Father. Amen.