In the few days between learning that Noah had died and giving birth to his lifeless body, I awakened throughout the night, unable to sleep, knowing that my child had passed away in my womb. During those nights, God filled my mind with Scriptures and songs. And I kept hearing that phrase, “Do not be offended by me.”
Nobody talks about it. The last time you nurse your baby. You hear about the “guilt” moms experience when they wean their child, or go back to work. But what you don’t hear about though, is the grief.
The quiet grief of weaning.
“Selah, what’s the Coronavirus?” Jesse asked, his blue eyes peering into hers.
“It’s what Grandpa died of,” she said, looking straight into his eyes.
“Oh,” Jesse said with a look of concern.
“But he’s in heaven now, Jesse, and one day we will see him again,” Selah said, speaking the words I had so often comforted her with.
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When we were TTC, I used to imagine that birth was the “end” of the story. It was the “Happily…
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and now my soul needs to put into practice my sole ambition: to know Him.
today I will begin a 40 day [break] from social media.
the thing is, I like it here. I like reading everyone’s beautiful posts. But there is something that happens when I hear too many voices, even good and beautiful ones. I stop craving His.
His real, living, breathing Voice.
I’ve learned scrolling affects my soul. I don’t understand the science behind it. I don’t know why, but I know it does.
I need to take measured breaks. For me, that looks like deleting social media apps for set dates. 📅
I lay them down, to behold Him. I withdraw from the crowd, to seek Him in the quiet place.
You’re welcome to join me.🌿
From now, until February 18.
That’s 40 days.
Yes, I did this in the summer. It was so restorative.
Right now, it’s quiet midwinter. But I think there’s life here. In Him.
My husband wrote a song with these words 10 years ago, and I still hold them in my spirit:
“Let Your voice be all I hear,
Let your words fall like fire.”
I want to draw near to His fire. Not only His light, but His warmth.
I pray you find respite in Him, too. A warm glowing brightness that only comes from Him—and cannot be found in a thousand of the best posts, or books, or videos, or people—but only in Him.
To find Him.
To know Him.
Brandon Lake sings, “I lay down every treasure, for us to be together.”
Amen.
Maybe for you it’s not social media, but something else. Would you lay it down, to know Him?
To solely seek Him, and Him alone.
To be satisfied in Him, and Him alone.
May we sprint, towards Him, with the cold winter wind blowing in our faces, and the tears burning in our eyes, to know Him.
To know Him. 🌿
Becoming like Him in His death, so as by some means, becoming like Him in His resurrection.
He is worthy.🌿
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