And maybe that's you right now. With a busted up heart that is grieving. Or is waiting in a desolate place. Or is angry or overwhelmed or anxiety-ridden about what's next. Or is in a new season that feels lonely or hard or unknown.
At each opportunity we had to ask: What can I lay down and what can I pick up?We had to ask God and we had to ask each other. We weren't solo anymore. We were two people under the same roof and we were one.
Instead of me cringing at this story, I breathe relief. I breathe thankfulness. I breathe beauty. He asked Abraham initially, but then He ultimately asked His Son. The willingness of both parties is outrageous and faith-filled.
This week I kept it close. I believed that if I forgot to worry about this important thing coming up, then I wouldn't be prepared. As if worry equals preparation. As if worry equals control. As if worry equals comfort.