Portrait of me on any given day; in my tiny office, surrounded by papers, looking for the light. Haven’t been sharing much on here; haven’t had the energy. Starting another business has been mentally and emotionally exhausting and yet, the most rewarding thing. Still, being in startup mode x3 has stretched me thin and exposed every weakness I never knew I had. But this morning as the storm rumbles in the distance and my to-do list stacks higher than I am tall enough to reach, I remember that the God who wore weakness to reach us at our weakest is not surprised by my lack of strength; maybe my weakness is an invitation to stand on God’s shoulders and claim that strength as my own. Maybe if we aren’t afraid to be weak, we can move out of our own way and make room for Real Strength to carry us through the darkest times. It is a beckoning to lift my eyes and open my hands to the possibility that God’s got me in the palm of a hand bigger than myself, one that can hold me and all my darkness and the weight of the whole wide world, all at once.
Photo by Christian who sees the good light before I do, every single time