I'm getting ready to go to my counselor's office and sit with her and ask her to help me. She does. She guides me, she listens, she advises. I go through spurts with the counselor.
I spend months away from the office, working life out, holding on to the rope, some days even swinging happily form the rope.
And then there is the day when the rope frays.
Frays to the point that there is nothing left to hold on to.
So I call and make an appointment and I go back.
I talk with the counselor because life is hard, and I need help.
I ask for her wisdom and for some clarity.
I listen to her because sometimes the darkness in my life covers the light.
I spill out frustrations and complaints and beg her to help me see a situation from a different perspective.
And she does.
She tells me what every mom needs to hear - "You're going to make it".
She tells me what every wife needs to hear - "You're going to make it".
She tells me what every woman needs to hear - "You're normal".
She lets me know that I'm off the hook to be perfect in ANY way.
And together we start braiding the rope back together. We take the threads of self doubt and fear, cross them over the strength of The Father, wind them back through the truth of Scripture, and I leave feeling less burdened and more confident for the life I've been given.
My new favorite verse is Micah 7:8
"Though I fall, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, God will be my light."
I am IN LOVE with this verse.
It spells out the truth that there will be falls, and there will be darkness.
But it reminds me that I don't have to stay there. I will rise, and God will be my light.
No darkness can shut out His light.
