I obeyed because I knew He was giving me the chance to not only walk out of my prison of shame that had caused wounds to myself and to her, but also to obliterate the whole effing thing so that it wouldn’t be a place I would run to in our friendship ever again.
My mind is a file cabinet and I frantically search through every sheet, trying to connect the dots between my sadness and the surrounding circumstances, yet I keep coming up short. What is this feeling?
I want to get more comfortable with the tension. With the lack of definition. With the fact that magic and fear can co-exist in my little 10-year-old world, and magic and monotony can co-exist in my bigger 30-something-year-old-world.
The point isn’t to look for the negatives in the atmosphere but to know that God is excited to be invited into every circumstance and experience and He can shift the entire feeling in a room if you ask Him to.
If you’re wondering where that community is for you, I want to hand you my bouquet of lavender… I extend this to you in confident affirmation that it IS coming. You won’t always feel lonely or disconnected.
I began to feel the start of a bit of unraveling… I fought it as I was honestly so sick and tired of becoming unraveled about my infertility. She whispered, “He can tell that you are afraid to hope, Adge.”