This summer life was not swinging along as it should be. My Love and I were in a dark place spiritually, physically, and emotionally.
Drained from the effects of PTSD and the constant terror of the kick (when the five men with shotguns kicked in our door and I feared for my life, my Love, and our five. ).
It seemed unfair to me. For another trauma to come to us just after we'd found our pace.
With a kick, life as we knew it changed.
Again.
I was holding tight to all that I knew, but the days were dark,
the fragrance of fear was suffocating.
My Love had an idea.
What we were doing was not working. We needed a restart.
This idea, this pilgrimage, felt so right.
Like the sun was shining right into my heart,
and maybe--just maybe--I could see light at the end of the tunnel.
This reeked of hope. Heart overflowing, I jumped in.
All in. With Him.
Hope sparkling.
And it was good. But a little scary.
What if it's a big flop?
The last big adventure we had didn't exactly turn out as we hoped.
What if?
And at the thought I'm left gasping for breath again.
Fear grips.
But light is light.
And I am His sheep and I do hear His voice and He is good.
The light shines.
I fall into the arms of mercy. Into Father's love. His light hugs.
Hope flailing wild.
In me.
Alive.
This trip can be daunting at times.
The planning, the financials, the logistics, the five kids in a small enclosed minivan!
(HELP!)
But it's not my plan. Father is leading us to new places and we're going to soar.
(And smile pirate-eyed.)
His mercies are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness.
Hugs are worth it.
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