I always mistook pain and trial for the absence of God. And that could not be further from the truth.
I have a serious problem. It goes something like this. I walk into a coffee shop, a really cool coffee shop mind you, and I can feel the eyes of the man-bun wearing, beanie adorning cool kids bearing down on me. I order my coffee and muffin, and they see me carefully gliding to a chair trying not to spill my Guatemalan gold.
I stumbled across a quote recently that has been messing with me. “Live less out of habit and more out of intent.” The author of said quote has proved difficult to nail down. Nonetheless, I can’t seem to get their words out of my head. Being a “work at home mom” has been a challenging new lifestyle for me. I have found it difficult to find motivation to do just about anything.
Our lives are messy and full. Most of the time we are operating past a healthy capacity. I have been feeling the fatigue of unhealthy limits lately. It leaves me cloudy, confused and unclear. By the grace of God, he helped me snap out of it. Oftentimes my path to clarity begins with an honest conversation, either with the Lord, or Craig. After I spoke up, we came to the conclusion I simply lacked vision for this new season I was on the brink of.