“For nothing will be impossible with God.” Luke 1:37
I can’t do this.
I am doing this.
Both. And.
This is where we live,
where Mary meets us.
And we all cry out together
to the angel and the blinding light,
“How can this be?”
Then comes the reply,
“The spirit of God, my friend,
the spirit of God.”
And we all cry out together,
and we all cry.
Both. And.
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I wander around the house these
days, treading water, trying to stay afloat while crunching layers of cheerios
under my feet and endlessly ferrying dirty glass bowls from one room to
another.
I tell myself I’m the least
likely candidate to be in charge of what feels like a small daycare.I think to myself, “This is not me.This is not possible.How can I be a mother of four kids?”
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What impossible thing are you facing today? May Mary’s question and the angel’s answer be a guide and a comfort to you.
Love this simple heartcry poem and the accompanying 'Impossible'. (the latter reminded me of when my mum announced calmly that we were having camel for dinner one night when she was fed up with us saying we didn't like what was on the menu. It tasted surprisingly like pork…)
I'm loving discovering your blog and feeling for you in the relentlessness of it, the impossibility that is your everyday. Sending you much love!
Thanks for linking up – do read and comment on the one linked up before you!
Thanks Tanya, I think yesterday was my first visit to your blog, though I think I've seen you elsewhere around the internet. Camel – I'll have to remember that!