Good Fri-Vague

One of my desires in creating this little space in the ether was to encourage more common vulnerability among women - one that talks about the grit of addiction & pain while also simultaneously proclaiming holy restoration & redemption. And if redemption isn't yet realized, to KNOW that it's here among us. He's here with us. He's in the grit of life.

I was encouraged by many to start telling my story, but it wasn't until I realized my freedom & started living as a free person that I found my voice. He had to do that work. His freedom begot my freedom. I've always heard you write what you know, so I've used this space to start writing what I know- Our story, mine & Jesus', of what He's done.

But nothing derails a new venture more quickly than 'life.'
I've felt so silent & even silenced.

I don't write all of this as click-bait or to get your mind racing about what's going on. Ryan & I are well. Our family is well. It's our perspective that has drastically changed. The Father quickly answered a few prayers & we began to see reality more clearly. Our perceived reality changed, & with that change came grief. Many moments are evidence of this grief & then some moments He reveals evidence of His faithfulness to the tangible extent that I can reach out & touch it. These days I don't just touch, I cling.
It's these details that I wish I could write more about in this space, but it's not my story to tell. 

What I can share & what I've been antsy to share is that He's our Advocate - not only before the Father, but in all things. The questions, the doubts, the silencing, the aroma of lies. I don't have to explain, define, or defend. What He says is enough.

So here I am, with more story than I can do anything with, writing a vague blog post. Trudging through unfamiliar grit. Awaiting redemption to be realized.

What's your grit these days?
Addiction? Shame? Health? Marital difficulties? Self-image? Condemnation? Work? Family? Relationships? Infertility? The Church? Easter Sunday services? Loneliness? Fear? Grief? Death?
He loves us in the grit, even when we feel like we're wearing grave clothes, walking in death. He wore them too, after all. He awaited redemption.
But He also sees us for who we are, our Advocate to reality - in our wedding clothes, lovely, righteous, & resurrected, like Him. Our redemption realized.

This grit, this feeling, or lack of? He's there with you. He's your Advocate. He loves to redeem. He loves to raise from the dead. 🌼