Oh, March. Month of infinite possibilities, infinite barriers. It might be 60 degrees and sunny or a 10-below windchill — we’ve seen a bit of both during March in Ohio.
Weather aside, March has been a month of intense spiritual warfare.
The battle is raging — and I’m stuck here in the middle, admitantly afraid to fight. My Marine Corps background didn’t prepare me for even one more day in this God-forsaken month.
I’m eating well. I’m moving. I’m working hard, and I’m taking deliberate breaks to rest. I’m spending time in community with friends – or at least the closest things to friends I know in this life.
I made my own freaking almond milk today, for goodness sake… I’m doing my part in this journey.
And I’m coming to realize that the more I seek the Kingdom, the stronger the opposition. The onslaught is fierce – my very world being challenged.
This is NOT what I signed up for.
But I’m here. Trembling with fear as I cling to the whip for dear life, desperate to tame these raging lions. Life is a lie – and I only want the truth. All of it. I’m ready to be broken in half, melted down, and made completely new. Whatever it takes. I give it up. All of it.
March is supposed to be in like a lion, out like a lamb. Today, it feels like the lion ate the lamb I was hoping for.
But ultimately, I know how this story ends. At least some things in life are certain.