I’ve been off my momentum lately, in prayer, in writing, in all things. My family has been feeling the disorientation of being in between…in between the jobs we have and the jobs we want, in between wanting children and having children, in between the work of and the completion of graduate school…in between where we’ve been and where we want to go…in between who we’ve been and who we want to become.
We’re always in between…in process…in the mix, in the mess and mundane…in between earth and heaven, in between yesterday and tomorrow, the last moment and the next. The invitation of Christ is to be present. Right now. Where we are…not where we should, could, would be…not where, or who, we were…but now, in all the nakedness of the present, we are invited to be in Christ.
This is all very spiritual sounding…but I write it for me. I am habitually unable to allow myself to rest in the present. I’m forever caught up in what happened today or yesterday, forever weighing myself against the past…and either trying to control or despairing about the future. There are moments, though…graces…where I am granted a taste of the freedom that comes from letting now be now. When I am stripped of control and comfort, my pride or effort unable to propel me forward out of the present…in that space, I am drawn to my knees…for I have nothing. I stop struggling in my Father’s arms, and turn to face Him. How sweet it is…how I long to remain there…for in that place, in the presence of Christ, in the embrace of my Father…I am known. I am loved. I am accepted.
There is freedom in between. Lord, meet me there…
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