October 31, came and went and so did the 31 days series right along with it. I know I missed 1, 2, 3 maybe more days before the end. I am not counting. At least not officially. There is a little voice in the back of my head that plays on… 31 posts in 31 days on the same subject. If you don’t finish, you are a quitter. A failure. It plays on like a broken record.
I hear it, but I am not listening. God’s voice is drowning it out. His words overpowering the lies. Its a hard lesson for me to listen for His voice. All too often I allow my own voice of condemnation to take over and push His aside. He is teaching me this… to listen. Simply listen for His calling.
He reminds me of my mission field. He reminds of the hearts placed in my care. The ones to nurture and build. He is teaching me grace. How to live it. Not just for others, but for me. Grace for me. He shows me my purpose. My place.
And this week with trips to the ER. Little girls wanting to sing big. Facing fears. Silly holidays and wanting to fit in. I am listening. I know where I need to be. I know my purpose. My place.
So the writing waits as I live in my place and tend to the hearts placed in my care. And I am good with that.
And God whispers, I’m here.
I am right here.