7

7 years have passed. 7 years since we have seen her face, heard her laugh, felt her hugs. 7. What a holy number…

God took 6 days to create the earth and on the 7th day He rested.

He declared the 7th day of the week as the Sabbath.

Under the Old Law, the land was to be given rest during the 7th year.

I’ve been contemplating the journey God has taken me on during this 7th year. He knew I needed a rest, to get recentered. I didn’t know it, but He knew it.

For me, this year has been about doubting myself, doubting God’s love for me, and doubting my ability to be who I thought I was supposed to be. But, ah, there’s the rub. That was what I thought, what I felt, what my flesh was telling me.

God, on the other hand, knew exactly what He was doing. While I was kicking and screaming and clawing and fighting, He was gently guiding me straight back to Him. He taught me to surrender EVERYTHING to Him. He restored my place in my family as the wife and mother. He gave me a voice to share my testimony. He led me beside the still waters and restored my soul.

So, now, it’s time to move forward again. It’s time to press on, stand up straight, walk with authority, be humble in spirit, and live in freedom. I’m ready! He has so much more in store for me and for my family. I can’t wait to see what the next 7 years hold. There will be suffering, there will be torment, there will be anguish, but in all of it, God will bring it to good. He will uphold me with His righteous right hand (which is Jesus, by the way). I know that this roller coaster isn’t over. I expect to fail miserably as a human being but be lifted up and set right by the perfect One. Here we go!