Journey to Kenya

As water crashes onto a shoreline, time seems to know the cheat codes to erode resolve. We sometimes find ourselves weary in the waiting and exhausted from the bearing down of the questions our minds ask of what it takes to weather the journey to authentic purpose. In the middle of every storm, the one thing that we must remember is that the wind and the waves obey Him.

There have been so many moments over the last few weeks where I’ve felt tossed by the waves. Tossed by my questions. Exhausted from waiting. I’ve been painfully aware of my need to grow, rest, and heal. Painfully aware that God’s timeline and plans for my provision are different than my own.

On the days when I doubt my position, calling, or authority… when I feel too weak to welcome full faith, I am reminded that the weight that I am carrying isn’t my own. It’s already been paid for. I remember that I must lay down every burden and unanswered question at the feet of the One who knows better than I do.

In these moments of surrender, I recall the light I carry. Remember that I am His, I am loved, and God is still good. In these moments, I come to understand the secret hidden in the waves.

The pain and the questions in waiting form a tapestry likened to a chrysalis. It surrounds the weariness of my being and resounds that I am held. Every toss and every sway brings me one step closer to the unraveling required to unveil the beauty of what I am becoming: stronger, wiser, expanded, and still. I’m learning to trust.

So if this discomfort is the key that unlocks the season of my fullness and flourishing, then I will welcome the waves.
If you find yourself at similar shores, I pray for the grace for you to do the same.

Love you,

-Mel