- Middle child.
- Middle ground.
I’m mid/halfway in a lot of things lately or so it seems. Stuck in looking at where I could have been – maybe even where I should have been, at where I’ll never be … at where I still hope to be. I would not call it a mid-life crisis. No, it’s more of a mid-life stuck. A middle I can’t quite make it through, where the way ahead looks long and hard and the way back is coloured in the golden “good old days” that have their own shadows still.
Yet in the midst of all these middles, I’m learning to stop and ask what I need to be learning here, what God would want to show me. Because having the audacity to give God access to chisel away anything and All the Things that do not look like Jesus, that are not a part of His plan for this life, means He’ll do it. And it can be uncomfortable and hard. (Or maybe it’s more a case of it will be?) But the finished work, I have to remember, is worth it. There is evidence of that worthiness in this life, in the lives of those around me, in the lives of those who came before me.
I need to trust.
Because here’s the thing – God’s here, helping in all these middles. I was reminded of that earlier this week when reading this:
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” –Isaiah 41:10 (NIV)
He’s doing the work, but He’s not abandoning me in it, either. He’s giving me the hope to carry on through these middles along with the grace and perseverance to keep moving forward.
“Love has come/And it’s giving me hope to carry on.”