Sometimes the doubts come flying so fast, you can’t fight back on your own. You need someone else to speak truth into your life, and you need it now.
I’m glad I’ve learned to reach out when those moments come. We weren’t supposed to do this alone.
I dialed one of my mentors, even though I knew that I was enough of a mess that I may not get my first sentence out without crying.
She answered, and listened, and cheerfully and generously took over the job of fighting off the lies for me so I could catch my breath. She spoke truth into each of the situations that was weighing me down, and I immediately felt lighter, clearer, and straighter than I had in days. She reminded me that yes, writing a book is hard work. Probably means you’re on to something. And that when I feel like a failure as a mom–it’s ok, because our God is bigger than our failures. And when I’m tired, it’s ok to admit it.
After thanking her profusely and hanging up, I dipped my hands back into the dishwater and stared out into the snowy darkness. The tears continued to drip, but I was savoring that distinct feeling…that I have a heavenly Father who loves me, for He gave me this friendship for such a time as this.
Later, another friend came for dinner. Afterwards I read her that key chapter of my new book, the one that I’ve felt increasingly inadequate to write, but God keeps calling me to. She listened carefully and offered priceless encouragement and insight. After she left I sat down at the computer again and for the first time in days, I felt like, with God’s strength, I could actually finish this, and perhaps well.
And then I felt it again–the unmistakeable sensation of being…Cherished…by my Father.
Linking to GypsyMamma’s Five Minute Friday