Sometimes

Monday, I sent an email to my family and my prayer tribe.

There were some heavy things going on, and I was desperately craving their prayer support.

Because my heart was split in two.

A spiritual dichotomy.

I wrote:

"Part of me is the warrior princess who is so angry at the god of this world who has blinded their mind, that I want to jump in the battle and do serious damage...

But the bigger part of me is the devastated friend who feels only capable of curling in a ball in the corner, half-heartedly lobbing ineffective arrows."

There were wonderful responses. Responses filled with truth.

Jesus is bigger!

Get back in the battle!

We're praying and supporting!

And then this tender little response.

From my big brother:

"I will come curl up with you."

I have kept that verbal treasure in my heart, and pulled it out at various times throughout the last two days.

I believe that Jesus uses each one of the above responses in His own dealings with us.

Sometimes we get a pep talk. A loving,

"I've got this."

"Get back in the battle."

"My strength, not yours."

But sometimes.

Sometimes, He just comes and curls up with us.