The bathmat outside our shower is completely waterlogged. And frankly, I don’t know how it started. Must have been little by little . . . too much water here, splashing there, too many showers on that one day and no time to dry.
Now it’s soaked and spongy beneath our feet. Clearly, the thing is overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed . . . much like I am when I come to the keyboard and screen to try to tell my story of late.
This story, the one we’ve been living recently, is one of ups and downs and crests and crescendos. One of light and one of darkness — much darkness. Like our waterlogged bathmat, and how to dry it, I just don’t know where to begin.
Perhaps that’s to blame for the chirping crickets on the blog this week: I just don’t know where to begin.
Oh, but I know one thing. I know redemption.
This story is building and growing and changes daily. But it will be a story of redemption. It will be a story of trials redeemed, of difficulties for a greater good, of mish-mosh messes that stay messy but bear fruit.
It’s a story of uncertainty. It’s a story of moving into the unknown . . . it’s a story that changes constantly. I’ll tell you in time. Please trust me, I’ll tell the story in time.
Friends, if you’re the praying type, or the keep-us-in-your-thoughts type, would you? We’re walking through much uncertainty right now and anxiety is creepy-crawling into our souls. Mr. S. is facing it head-on, and I’m trying to love him and help him through it. I’m all about real life and authenticity in the blog world. But, because of the fluid and semi-confidential nature of it all, I can’t go into more detail than this on the blog right now. When things stabilize, I’ll share more. But we would cherish every prayer. Grateful, so grateful.
Linking up today with Five Minute Friday.