I tried. I really tried.
I had high aspirations to write you something of a she-version of William Wallaces’ Braveheart speech, something to inspire us kingdom lady warriors into fearlessness.
But can I chuck that plan? Because it’s just not going to happen. This post goes live in six hours.
I’m feeling quite the opposite of a Willamina Wallace right now. More like a worn out mama, weary of battling the fears that keep piling high.
I have no inspiration to offer you today.
So how about a confession instead?
Since the Velvet Ashes Retreat, some unexpected blows have hit me hard. I’m sure I’ll share about them when the time is right. But for now, I’ll say this:
All that talk about fear and desire and God’s invitation? That can be a nice journal exercise. Or, as I’ve experienced it in these last weeks, it can be an all out ugly battle.
I’m guessing that maybe… I’m not alone. Any other women out there feeling the opposite of fearless?
I have no brave inspiration to give you. But I can sit in togetherness with you if you’re broken and weary. I’ll let you know you’re not alone. I’m right there with you.
It’s been a while since we’ve done a prayer request post. So can we do that today? Can we just pray for each other? Please?
Will you pray for me?
Can I pray for you?
Can we come before the God who loves us and be authentically broken before him?
I think that’s what I need today. How about you?
If you’re ready to share, this is a safe place. If like me, you can’t share details now, we’re here to listen to how you’re feeling, to offer that to God… together.
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