The past few days have been underscored by a single question – is this the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning? The current state of affairs in Washington leaves me feeling very disheartened, because it represents a disunity that runs deep, and not just in our political leaders. They are merely a reflection of the people they represent, collectively and individually. All of us have been digging in for a fight in some way, haven’t we?
I’ve drawn a lot of lines in the sand in my adult life, and I’ve crossed most of them. Boundaries are important, but God is more important, and sometimes God calls us to step over that line, not because we give up, but because we love Him more than our own self-justified pride. God is more powerful than our feeble attempts to “do the right thing,” and He fortifies and restores what is meant to last.
I looked in the mirror this morning and saw someone beautiful. I saw the tender and open and confident and hopeful young woman I had been before a troubled marriage built on a foundation of unrealistic expectations ate away at me. I saw the compassionate and realistic and honest woman I’m becoming as the result of motherhood, loss, grief and healing.
This morning as I was getting ready for work, my internet radio offered up this tune from the 2013 Passion album: The Lord Our God.
Listening to it I realize that the great Promise Keeper is restoring everything I lost and more in His time. It’s overwhelming, but I now know that I don’t have to take a single step or make any decision without consulting my higher power leading me. No more guessing at God’s will. Today I can wait for the answer, because I know it will come.