Such a vulnerable word. Such a helpless feeling.
I think many of us spend the majority of our lives running from our desperation - our deepest fears and our human frailty.
We run from it by controlling things external to us.
We run from it by redirecting our fear to anger.
We run from it by judging others.
We run from it by staying busy.
We run from it by unhealthy coping.
But what happens when we finally drop the rope and just…let…go?
When in humility, we surrender what we cannot control and befriend our hearts - quiet and still enough to hear its’ tender cry and longing.
This is the softening where our desires become clear.
This is the softening where the world slows down.
This is the softening where I claim what I love.
This is the softening where I find rest.
This is the softening where I come home to myself.
Many people ask me why God allows suffering, and I don’t have the answers. But I do know, if it were not for my suffering, I would never reach desperation. And if I never reached desperation, I would never fall into God’s arms. The One who in His grace, wants to reorient me back to His sovereignty and my freedom.
I do not think it is a coincidence that with a little rearranging, the word desperate becomes the word separated. So in the midst of your despair and most anxious moments, I encourage you to slow down and reconnect - to your breath, to your heart, to your desires, to your Creator.