Yesterday I was talking to my friend who is more like a sister. I have so many of those. Sisters. And I don’t deserve them at all. Women who have stood by me over the years, have loved me unconditionally and taught me what true love is. I’m still learning. But we were talking and she was having a hard day. She shared about the self-awareness of her own weaknesses and I shared about my own. We are wired so differently that we have different weaknesses. We also have different strengths and I think that’s why our stories fit perfectly together like complimentary puzzle pieces on this journey. So we can help each other see those blind spots. So we can spur one another on to manifesting our true, eternal selves. She thought there was a storm brewing where she was located and commented it looked beautiful. I knew it was a picture. We can hate the storms of life. The hard things. The pain. But there is still something God does that is beautiful within them. There is still something wonderful you see when you stand back and look from a distance at the brewing clouds and wind. It’s much easier to see the beauty when looking from a distance then being smack dab in the middle of it.
I once had a dream there were many storms happening. One after another. And I kept moving forward through them and they were whipping me every which way. God’s message was that I would face many storms, but overcome. He gives us that type of grace. He never leaves us alone even when we feel so utterly alone. I told my friend that yesterday. “You are not alone”. Even if she is thousands of miles away and maybe away from everything familiar, she is still near.
God is still near.
I’m encouraged in this season He is teaching my loved ones and I wholeness. He is exposing those deficient areas by manifesting His sufficiency. I have been plagued with anxiety most of my life and now realize this anxiety is the secret distracter always wrapping its cold grip around my heart and causing me to be lost in insecurity and fear and discouragement. This happens daily. I was blessed to come across some “relaxing sounds” through another dear sister. These sounds refocused me on the Father. It’s a blessing when we can overcome the storm. We can look back and see how He kept us and how we endured and actually came out better. It’s even better when we can be in the mist of it or even before it begins and we see its beauty. It’s beautiful b/c we trust the One who allowed it or initiated it. We know that even though it’s scary and painful and hard, He already provided for our safety and protection in the midst.
He already is making us a masterpiece of love and hope and joy through the pain.
Here are just a FEW women teaching me unconditional love in this season: