My spot was always beside the door in my walk in closet. I’d go to hide and cry to God. I was broken and I didn’t have words, but I’d hope He understood.
There was one day in 2019 that changed my life. I felt completely empty. Just going through the motions. I sat slumped in the closet with the light out and said, “God.. my children don’t deserve a mama this broken.” I asked Him to do the work in me. Heal me. Rebuild me. Let me borrow His strength. Even if the journey was hard, I would put in the work that He asked me to.
Nothing got easier.. but God brought me to Moses and we worked. I still cried in the closet.. but God brought me to Esther and we worked. Every day was still more than I could stand. Some Sundays I’d collapse by the time I made it to the altar. But I still went over and over and over again, and God brought me to Daniel, Paul, Jonah, Abraham, David, Peter… He revealed the lesson, gave the instruction, and walked with me during the hard work. He picked me up. He kept my mind. He restored life.
He’s not finished with me yet. There’s still plenty of work to do. But I have this deep conviction..
The city of Ramah in the Bible is often associated with weeping and sorrow. But there’s also an altar (1 Samuel 7:17). God is there.
In God there can be joy even in sorrow.
In God there can be hope even in weeping.
In God there can be peace even in chaos.
In God, there is still a 7th day. There’s still rest.
Whatever you need, it’s in God.
You still have a purpose. What I want to do in this little space is walk down that city road with you seeking God with every step.
Seventh In Ramah 