Good morning and hello friends,
It’s been over a month. The “Weekly Review” has not been “weekly” for the past month. The rhythm broke because life happened in ground-shaking ways this past month.
I’ve been writing. Some pieces were for the public square, the “village,” as I call it. They are the polished stones, lessons learned, the testimony of what the Father is doing in and around me. I hope you find a handhold there.
But the others? Those stayed at the dining room table. They are the raw, unvarnished record of what it feels like when God is at work on your soul. Sometimes the feeling isn’t victory. Sometimes it’s the grit of sand in the gears, the ache of a muscle being stretched too far. I keep those close because not every season is for broadcast. Some are for the small circle, the trusted few who know that faith is a fight, not a feeling.
If you’ve been walking this path with me for a while, know this. Your prayers have been the solid ground beneath my feet this past month. Your encouragement, a wall at my back. Thank you.
For those just joining, welcome. This isn’t a platform; it’s a fellowship. A place for those who find the narrow path lonely, to look up and see another traveler’s lamp in the dark. The accounts I’m subscribed to and that I engage with is the community, the village. I encourage you to seek those out and connect with each other. The more lit lamps we have walking the narrow path, the better for all on the same journey.
I aim for one summary email a week. It hasn’t happened. The expectation is to return to that rhythm as the waters still. Until then, the archives hold everything.
This is the verse I’ve been wearing thin, the one I press my forehead against when the world’s gravity seems to increase:
“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” (James 1:2-4, ESV)
Joy here isn’t a smile, rather it’s the defiant decision to trust the process when the process is pain. Steadfastness isn’t stoicism. It’s the dogged, daily choice to not let go of the rope, even when your hands are bleeding. That’s the “full effect.” That’s how we are made complete.
Maybe you need that rock to lean on today, too. When the wickedness of the world reaches out to pull you from the path, plant your feet on this passage. The testing has a purpose. The pain is producing something in you that ease never could.
That is all, and thank you for reading.
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