Hard Times

Oh my heart.

😭

We’ve noticed how quickly things break down on the field, and how hard it is to find good replacements. Just as when my slippers wore out, even their repairs, I realized L had brought me a pair of slippers an old friend had bought for me.

Just in time. 🥹 it’s times like these that help remind me God knows, He sees and He cares.

I received some hard news today that made me wonder if it’s time to call it quits. I felt like sitting down to cry, when my 6-yr old ran over to give this to me.

I’m learning and realizing- how broken and beautiful the field is, how challenging and carefree life can be here.

I could escape and disappear, or run away and hide— but I’d never find a place where I’d find such a deep sense of purpose.

It’s so hard. Yet I know it’s the right place to be.

How I long someday to be in a place I don’t have to feel fear anymore.

I teared the other day when, after writing this post… I looked up and saw this painting in my dining room… I felt God speaking to me—- that He had known all this while all the challenges I would face, and He’d been there all along, watching, waiting, being there for me to do lion-run training with 😭😭😭