Awake, my soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
Psalm 57:8, NIV
Like a tiny ember simmering up into a soul-warming fire, I felt my heart awaken as I read those words above.
I've been asleep.
A deep hurt struck our little community. As we dealt with the loss of an amazing man, it was hard adding the pain to already busy lives. In this place of farming and ranching, our world was claimed by harvests and shipping of calves and lambs. To add grief to that was a tough order.
I stopped writing. My spare moments were spent desperately hugging my girls, talking to friends, or pouring over my Bible trying to move past what was becoming a funk of exhaustion--body, heart, and mind
Today I read those words, "Awake, my soul." And the fire rekindled.
It helped that I had finally gotten two nights in a row of good sleep and that the bulk of this week's meetings and events are behind us. That first sharp cut of grief is starting to ease a bit in its awful sting.
Awake, my soul.
There was a smile in my heart and energy in my step today as I attended Adela's first IEP meeting. I felt God's joy rush in me and through me. Thank you, God. Those days of shadow were weighing on me. I am so thankful to move out of this.
Life throws us into seasons like these. Take heart that it is natural to have times when you need an extra breath to talk, more quiet to think, and more friends to smile. These are times of healing and readjusting to a new angle your life has taken. It is only a season, a turning in the bend of a beautiful life God has designed for you.
One day, if it is time, you will let your heart whisper, "Awake, my soul."
And you will awaken the dawn.
My heart is steadfast, O God,
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