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The Pilgrimage

Sitting on my unmade bed. Clothes that haven’t found their hangers or rightful place in my three tiny drawers, lay across its corners. My eyes long to be closed, my brain no longer swirling with thoughts or ideas or conversations. I have tried to write this blog for about two weeks now. I would have just the right words, at the most random times. So I would quickly grab a small piece of paper and scribble my thoughts on it. Stick it in my bag and never again retrieve it. There were other times I would be trying to sleep and the eloquence I seek when writing words would find me. The thoughts would tumble out as quickly as I could type them in the notepad on my phone. However, I would soon turn over and forget I wrote them.

Two weeks later I sit with random words on paper scattered around me, desperately trying to piece together my thoughts in a coherent fashion.
 
Here at CGA they aim to challenge us. To push us out of what is comfortable and what we are competent in, and into things that are hard and will grow us.

Thus I have realized writing for me is as easy as breathing. It’s my flow state. If time didn’t exist I could sit and never grow tired of it. It calms the title wave of words. Writing to me, is comfortable. And that’s exactly why words in the context of blogs have been few and far between in this season of my life. Because The Lord is continually pushing me out of what’s comfortable and into what is not. Into the things that make my hands tremble and voice shake just a little.

Trust me I still write all the words and thoughts on the now wrinkled paper of my almost full journal, I just don’t share them all.

I think it’s so funny how Father works. He brings us to this place of growth and healing and celebration and then we make our pilgrimage onto the next. It’s a breathtakingly beautiful and painful cycle. We reach this place and we think: “Yes. This is it. I have done the thing and experienced healing.” However, gently Father grabs our hand and leads us into a deeper level of healing and intimacy we didn’t know existed. Always moving. Always growing.

So whatever season of life you’re in, I simply want to encourage you to continue on this pilgrimage. Continue to do the things that are hard and challenging. The things that are messy yet rewarding. Keep on doin’ the thing. You’re rockin’ it.