The house is quiet as I write. Everyone’s asleep. I’ve tried sleeping. Prayed. Counted Jeremy’s breaths. Begged my mind to be still. But nothing has worked. I’m awake and full of thoughts.
2013. A year of waiting. A year of wondering. If I could take an eraser to it I would. Erase the losses. Erase the pain.
The thought I’ve clung to recently. My prayer. “Christ and nothing more.” Nothing. Not a baby. Not healthy kids. Not an easily controlled life. Christ. Nothing more.
The parts of 2013 that I’d like to erase have led me to this place. A place where I realize only He is reliable. It’s a place where my heart rests no matter what my mind fears. Christ. Nothing more.
In my weakness He is strong. In the splattered ink that has made up 2013 He is there. Offering me Himself. Reminding me He is enough.
“Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel (which means, God with us).” Matthew 1:23
God with us. God with me. God with you.
For 2013…the year of waiting. For 2014…and all it holds.
Happy New Year!