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Making Space To Receive Grace
So tired. Utterly exhausted. Emotionally spent. It’s been 34 days. And I’m realizing that this body and soul fatigue is not just about grief. It’s about the fact that life keeps right on moving. It doesn’t offer any time to process what’s happened, no time to catch my breath or adjust to this new normal. So I’ve been trying to navigate these deep waters as I also try to keep up with the responsibilities of being a wife, mom, employee, ministry leader, sister, daughter, friend. The truth is that I feel like I’m drowning. It may look on the outside like I’m keeping my head above water, but on the inside I’m taking in water and flailing wildly, and most people don’t even notice.
Let’s Get Real
I’ve often heard “the struggle is real,” but how often are we real about the struggle? How often are we willing to admit we actually don’t have it all together, that we are really just figuring it out as we go? How often do we make ourselves vulnerable, willing to risk appearing weak in the eyes of others?