It has been a good, hard year.
Last fall in the months leading up to his ordination, I felt so much fear and worry over this life of ministry. I was very preoccupied with whether I had both the capacity and competency to do full time ministry. Honestly, I actually had a panic attack that Sunday during church in the hours before Chris took his vows.
In all the anxiety surrounding the ordination service, I had forgotten where to go... where to look. My head had been bent so low that all I could see were the things I wasn't good at and where my feet might stumble.
Lift up your head, oh my soul.
Lift up your eyes,
I lift them up to You.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord.
This Lord? The one who was in the beginning, the one who made the Heavens and the Earth is the
same one who sits in the dark places with me, the one I trust with my deepest wounds, and I have learned that I can trust him with this too.
Though fear and worry still struggle against the truth, He has taught me to sit with Him, the Lord of all things... He has shown me that I have security in His love, that it is right and good to strip away the layers I tacked on thinking I needed my own carefully placed metal armor. He has shown me tenderness and mercy in ways I never knew I needed. He has taken my roots deep into solid ground, to the place where hope abides and heals.
I am His child. I am made in His image and I am beloved, just as I am. My worth and value are never in question with Him.
He has set the sun and the moon, and He has set me as well.
These are the truest things about me, whether or not I am a pastor's wife. They are yours too.
I do not want to keep my head bent so low... there is so much beauty and hope and life to see when we lift up our eyes.