Developed In Darkness
The concept of resilience used to make me cringe, but nowadays I feel like David when he proclaimed, “It is good that I was afflicted.”
My life has become so beautiful. Previously nestled within consecutive seasons of darkness, I’d liken myself to a seed. Watered by moments of hope and warmed by the light of the Lord (even when I resisted the maturity to acknowledge His presence)… I have an unshakable knowing that He’s always been there. My roots got an opportunity to expand and go deep. Deeply connected to the will to live, also deeply connected to the will of the Father. As it is written, the deep calls unto the deep. A deeper understanding of my own emotions and motives; a deeper understanding of the nature of mankind, juxtaposed to our spiritual nature.
We get these beautiful opportunities, wedged between pain and perseverance where we get to decide how to move forward (with grace and grit or begrudgingly broken). Apparently, resilience looks like the aforementioned. To recover well despite the opposition is what classifies the expanse of what one has authority over. The way you bounce back is what makes you different. Harvesting the grace of victory isn’t without a fight; the warrior must endure actual war. Therefore, strength verified is strength applied.
It sounds cliché… things don’t happen to us, but for us. Some of the most incredible things develop in the dark (embryos, photos, plants). While uncomfortable at times, dark seasons come, and they pass… but how we navigate those times indicates our readiness for the next.
It never felt good, but it is good that I was afflicted. When my perspective was limited to brokenness the scripture whispered, “He draws near to the brokenhearted.” When I wanted to give up, God’s sovereignty stretched before me like a mirror and gave me permission to give Him control. I now have a willingness to stay in the flow of God’s guidance; if we are available to the still small voice, the subtle inspirations, the undeniable knowings… we’ll always be right where we’re supposed to be.
It is well.
xx,
kayla
