Over the past few weeks, many of you have asked me to share some life updates.
So here it goes--
I have been preparing for the harvest for a long time-- and it is finally here.
Earlier this year, every day ended in tears. I would go to bed tangled in a web of worry, wake up feeling frustrated, and the cycle just kept going. I was exhausted 24/7 and my job was hard. Just ask any first-year teacher. Even if you are in the best school, which I am, nothing takes away the exhaustion and emotional baggage that you carry for your kids. It's a blessing and a curse to feel things so deeply.
When I think of this year, the verse that comes to mind is a verse in Psalm that says, “You have turned my mourning into dancing: you have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.”
This is my life anthem.
This past year has been a season of sowing. A season of tending the crops. A season of allowing God to prune the bad fruits to make room for the good. It will be a season that I look back on and smile because I have seen God in His rawest and fiercest form. I have seen the wind raging around me and His quiet voice keeping me still. I have seen the roaring waves when all odds were against me and His feet on the water coming to save.
I spend my days exhausted, but filled to the brim with hope because I know that He is steadfast. Don't get me wrong-- I face challenges on a daily basis, but His joy is greater.
I asked God to take away my struggle, but He didn’t. I ask God to perform a miracle, yet He stayed silent and still.
Please understand me, sister, just because He is silent and still does not mean that He is not there. He is alive and well in you.
So perhaps that’s what this season was all about-- turning my mourning into dancing and trusting Him through the unknowns. Learning to embrace the heaviness of a broken world and how to be wild and free in a world that seeks to tame.
Perhaps this season was all about learning to let go and learning how to tend a garden. Learning how to let the Sower do His job.
I pray that God is using whatever you are going through to prune the bad fruits to make room for the good, teaching you how to let go, and turning your mourning into dancing.
The season of harvest is here. Keep tending the garden.