My valley has looked like kids interrupting my quiet time. Romance novels stealing my attention from the Holy Word. Falling asleep during prayer time. Kids coming along on walks and yapping the whole time. Dishes in the sink. Pool dates. Laundry that always needs to be folded. Late bedtimes.

Without careful attention, my life often feels like a jungle of vines growing every which way, out of control and in every direction. In those times I feel suffocated, lost, unable to focus and utterly drained by all the failed attempts to keep everything growing, fruitful and beautiful.

I am no stranger to the Wilderness. I believe there are many seasons of wandering that result in deeper trust; specific times of my life have felt dry and pointless, only to realize that the circumstances always point to Christ. But this one… this one was new, unexpected, and for a while, I was content to sit in it.

Over the last few years, the Lord has proven to be our faithful sustainer. This season of hardship has taught us to be more dependent on His provision and less secure in the world’s standards of living.

Life is busy, and things must get done. I totally understand that. Trust me. I get it. This is not one of those “just leave the dishes to play with your kids because time is fleeting” sort of posts. Honestly those make me gag, and twitch. 

The last couple of years has landed me here: the only way to find peace is to choose it. When you’re facing a period of suffering you can either let your emotions overcome you or you can fight for peace.