A cold dark winter road that seems to stretch on forever.

If you had asked me last week to describe what my relationship with God “felt” like, that is what I would have said.

Most days I had the ability to numb myself to the elements. I could go about my day and not really notice the fact that I felt so alone, but if I took the time to really think about it, I did in fact feel deserted.
I really missed the closeness I once had with God. It felt like he was so very far away. And try as I may I just could not find Him. A lasting Him. Not simply a moments Him.

If you ask me what my relationship with God feels like today I would show you the same picture, only this time I am not struggling to walk alone. I am being carried….

I’m a third of the way through the study Jesus in 90 days and I am finding Him. I am discovering His beauty, His compassion, His heart in ways that I have never known. I am in fact falling in love with Him all over again. And I am finding freedom.

Freedom from bitterness towards circumstances, towards church, towards christians.
Freedom from bitterness towards Him.

As I get to know Him again… I cant help but allow Him to soften my heart and heal my wounds. I can`t help but LOVE Him.

As I started to write this post I remembered a message that I saw a few years ago at church.
At the time it brought comfort… but after watching it again I am overwhelmed.
It’s about 10 minutes long, but I promise you the picture he paints is so beautiful. So very like our God….

Today, I am even more convinced of the fact that God is in fact carrying me. I am even more convinced of the fact that He wants to protect us from all the storms in our lives. That He wants to hold us tight and keep us safe.
I sit here and picture Him cuddling me whispering:

“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”
I hear His whisper today, as I struggle to “find my place” in the world.
I hear it as I walk through this painful process of facing my insecurities.

But I also hear it in the hospital room at 10 years old after losing my mom.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it as I sit in my teenage room struggling with shame and rejection.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it on the days when I`m fighting with Chris.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it as I walk through two miscarriages.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it after losing my little white church.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it on the days when I want to give up. Days when I feel like the worst mom in the world.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

I hear it whenever I feel like my little world is closing in on me.
“I love you buddy…we’re gonna make it….Dad knows the way…”

His sweet whisper.
He loves me. We’re gonna make it. He knows the way.

And just like the baby in the video clung to his daddy, I cling to mine. Some days I cling to Him helpless, afraid, frustrated and just let Him carry me.

What are you walking through? What have you walked through? Is it raining? Pouring?
Has it ever poured so hard that you’ve felt like you were drowning?

Can you hear Him whispering over and over again:
“I love you buddy…..We’re gonna make it…..Dad knows the way….I love you buddy….We`re gonna make it…Dad knows the way…I love you buddy….”

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