The Space Where God Lives

This has been one hell of a year. It's the 11th day of the 11th month, and this is only the second time that I have had the mind to sit and write. To do that which I love to do. That alone should give you an indication of both how 2020 started and how its going.

This single momma is tired.

I often write to give an encouraging word or to offer up some humor. I talk about co parenting. I talk about taking care of yourself. I talk about these kids that eat like grown men. But this year has been so heavy on my heart. So isolating. So dry. We are in the midst of so many pandemics.

And the challenges keep on coming.

Have you EVER felt as though you were in the middle of a Job situation? And as the story in the bible goes, the devil accuses God of only having the love and allegiance of Job because of how blessed he is. And so God asks the devil if he has considered Job. God is so sure of Job’s faith, he tells the devil that no matter what, Job will serve the Lord. The devil takes everything from Job in an attempt to cause him to give up on God. Job never does.

I was thinking about that story today. I wonder if God ever bet on me. On my ability to stand in the midst of it all. I wonder if this is what all of this trouble is really about. Challenges with my children. Challenges with my job. Challenges with my health. I wonder if God is so sure about what he put in me that he knows how this story will end. I wonder if he is sure of my ability to stand through it all.

But for all of my wondering, the truth is that this place of all the scary things is precisely where the Lord lives. The place of our weakness is where God is strong. The place of our uncertainty is the place of his assurance.

This year has been hard as hell. But I know that God is, and I declare that no matter how I feel, or where the details of my reality find themselves, that God occupies a space where his power is enough, and where all I have to do is believe in Him.

Thank you, God for the word.

Amen.