Wow. How convicting and encouraging and right along with some other things God spoke to me this morning. Thank you for sharing the words that God gives you!
I’ve been wrestling a lot with grief. It always seems to be someone else’s grief, but I feel it because of my proximity to it... I often feel like I don’t have a right to that grief because it’s not mine, and then shame myself internally for having grief responses. Our sermon yesterday was delivered by my husband who has struggled with suicidal ideation. His counselor from that season pointed him to Philippians 4:8 and showed him the agency he had over his thoughts. He may think them, but he doesn’t have to welcome them in. He doesn’t have to tidy up the rooms of his mind so that they can stay. He can interrogate his thoughts and ask them to leave. It was deeply moving to see our church family wrap arms around one another in prayer for one another’s minds. And it gave me the courage to claim agency over my grief. I can’t control my grief. I’m allowed to grieve with those who are grieving. And I’m allowed to interrogate my thoughts. And I don’t have to invite them to stay. Instead, I can hide myself in a Savior who sees every tear shed for myself or someone else, and know He has compassion and weeps with me.
I’m currently trying to write a song based on this conversation I’m having with the Lord right now. And I’m sorry for this long comment, but it struck such a chord in my heart especially after yesterday’s message ❤️
I'm intrigued by your restorative rhythms. The quarter it's really hit me that I need rest or—like you said about motherhood—I will drown in seminary. It will crowd out things I'm not willing to allow it to crowd out of my life. Restorative rhythms seem like a structured way to get the rest I need. I'd love to hear more about this in a future post if you feel inclined.
Wow. How convicting and encouraging and right along with some other things God spoke to me this morning. Thank you for sharing the words that God gives you!
I am in the season of mothering littles and you're so right. I want to think more about how I wake up, how I spend quiet time and how I retire.
I’ve been wrestling a lot with grief. It always seems to be someone else’s grief, but I feel it because of my proximity to it... I often feel like I don’t have a right to that grief because it’s not mine, and then shame myself internally for having grief responses. Our sermon yesterday was delivered by my husband who has struggled with suicidal ideation. His counselor from that season pointed him to Philippians 4:8 and showed him the agency he had over his thoughts. He may think them, but he doesn’t have to welcome them in. He doesn’t have to tidy up the rooms of his mind so that they can stay. He can interrogate his thoughts and ask them to leave. It was deeply moving to see our church family wrap arms around one another in prayer for one another’s minds. And it gave me the courage to claim agency over my grief. I can’t control my grief. I’m allowed to grieve with those who are grieving. And I’m allowed to interrogate my thoughts. And I don’t have to invite them to stay. Instead, I can hide myself in a Savior who sees every tear shed for myself or someone else, and know He has compassion and weeps with me.
I’m currently trying to write a song based on this conversation I’m having with the Lord right now. And I’m sorry for this long comment, but it struck such a chord in my heart especially after yesterday’s message ❤️
Rivers to Eden
I see that you’re dying,
Surrounded by thorns
This fight for living, leaving you so worn
The soil where you’re planted,
leaves no room for life
You’re holding back the darkness
with all your might
Chorus
I see you, sweet daughter of mine
And I hear your cries in the night
I know…. you’re not lost in this fight
The pressure is building
Deep underground
Like weeds, now choking
All the life you’ve found
But the burdens you carry
Like stones around your heart
Are bringing out the diamonds
I saw from the start
Bridge
I see your tears
I save every one
They will become
Rivers to Eden
I'm intrigued by your restorative rhythms. The quarter it's really hit me that I need rest or—like you said about motherhood—I will drown in seminary. It will crowd out things I'm not willing to allow it to crowd out of my life. Restorative rhythms seem like a structured way to get the rest I need. I'd love to hear more about this in a future post if you feel inclined.