Let’s be honest – there are days when I am barely treading water. We can’t have it all. The sermon will never be finished and refined at the same time that the house is ready for hosting a small group, the homework is all finished and five little backpacks prepped with snack, the relationship thriving, date night happening, the errands all run, supplies purchased, meetings attended (on-time, of course) and not to mention in-depth time in the Word.
It ain’t gonna happen.
Oh, but there are days when gray meets gray.
But there is such a heavy promise that weighs on my heart on those days, heavier than the marine layer weighing down on skin.
It is on those days, when gray meets gray, that I think I’m treading water, so I keep going, keep kicking my legs, keep moving my arms, and before I realize it, I’ve gone from gray ocean to gray sky, and I’m actually flying.
It’s happening. It’s working.
And then with confidence built and momentum growing, you can soar.