Ally O, I hardly know you, but I love you. And, yes, we all know, your mama loves you too. She greets us every morning with a smile and the truth wrapped around her heart. It is all mixed up with sweat, but that’s what we’re here for anyway. Aren’t we? It is the sweat of the flesh and the sweat of the spirit. That’s what we are here for anyway.
Ally O, you know your mama better than me. But I can’t help but tell you how she beams for her three. And breaks for any one of you who is suffering. Like a roller coaster ride, she cares for you from afar – – going through your ups and downs with you. Her pure, pure heart watches you grow. And on her knees she intercedes for you. And, every now and then, she leaks patches of your walk to us.
I know, Ally O, that He stripped you of all the confidence you gained for the 18 years before you left for college. He took away the many athletic and academic successes you collected over the years. He looked you squarely in face and asked you to trust in Him. Your mama grinned and bore your pain.
I know, Ally O, that, just a year later, He’s teaching you more. Seems like He’s taking you apart again. Looking you squarely in the face and asking you to trust Him. We are promised certain things. Sometimes we are sinking in the mire of a dungeon. Some days we soar on wings like eagles. Isaiah 40:31. But, mostly, He invites us to experience His Sufficiency. BinduAdai
You will find Him, not in the occasional cold looks of your team mates, but in the security He provides to you as His daughter. You will find Him, not in your swooning, lovesick study buddy, but in the grace He gives you to manage your friend’s crush. You will find Him because the only reason He put you where you are is to do just that. To find Him in the deepest way you were made to find Him.
Ally O, you have a mother who would move mountains to rescue you from your pain. But you also have a mother who rather coach you to climb your own mountains. As you face your mountains, I leave you with the very wise words of my dear friend . . . And do not forget, Ally O, that I love you.
Let those difficult days be the days where God reveals His true power to you. Where you experience the “Peace that Passes All Understanding” despite your circumstances. Where you experience His Power over the most hardest of hearts. Where He opens up the impossible doors of your life like the Red Sea so you can walk through them. Those difficult, stormy days that you are hating and wishing would just pass may end up being the most defining days of your Christian walk. Because it is there, through the haze and fog of the storm, where you will see and experience the Presence of your Maker.
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Sasha, what a heart you have, and gift for capturing your heart in writing! You bless me girl!