It can feel so hard and impossible sometimes. Like several difficult things are happening all at once and I feel like I'm being pulled under by some kind of dark undertow. Winter stretches out way past anything I can even hope for. The leaves have long since fallen and been buried. There is a grey crust of ice over every thing lovely that was once green and tender. The money dribbles out of our accounts the same way the refrigerator seems incapable of staying full except for those little mystery containers that lurk in the back. The storm clouds gather over me and then I read this;
"Clear lots of ground for your tents!
Make your tents large. Spread out! Think big!
Use plenty of rope,
drive the tent pegs deep.
you're going to need lots of elbow room
for your growing family.
You're going to take over whole nations;
you're going to resettle abandoned cities.
Don't be afraid----you're not going to be embarrassed.
Don't hold back----you're not going to come up short."
This is from the book of Isaiah chapter 54. I read this and can feel the poison being sucked out of me. I read this and can feel the warmth and color return to my soul. The ugly demons that hide in the shadows of my alone times begin to step back as God light filters into the rooms of my heart.