Forgive my quiet this week. In my continued clawing for balance, blogging has fallen lower on the list than my day has allowed. We are working on a new site for Breanna’s House, my computer has been running slower than Christmas, and we’ve had a little-boy birthday to celebrate. I promise I will jump back in again soon, but until then, I wanted to share a song that spoke to me this week.
The lyrics speak of a God who redeems good out of the struggle. It speaks of how, over time and under His hands, the scars can begin to look like character.
“It’s been a hard year
But I’m climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard
Healing changes are subtle
But every day it’s
Less like tearing, more like building
Less like captive, more like willing
Less like breakdown, more like surrender
Less like haunting, more like remember
And I feel you here
And you’re picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like
Character
Less like a prison, more like my room
It’s less like a casket, more like a womb
Less like dying, more like transcending
Less like fear, less like an ending.” {Sara Groves,Less Like Scars}
So, here’s the challenge friends, how has God redeemed the mess in your own life? How has God made you “less like” but ”more like” lately? I’ll go first. Over the past week, I have struggled missing friends and family, and I have been stinged by not having a young mom to call for a playdate. Yet, in the same breath, I can also say that Jesus has gently befriended me. While I’m washing dishes, when I swim at the pool, at home with the kids for another quiet day. I can gratefully say that I’m
Less like Lonely, More like Befriended.
How about you? Regardless of who or what you attribute it to, take a moment to leave a “less like/more like” comment. No need for explanations if you’d rather not. Just take a moment to reflect on the good that sometimes is born out of the rubble.
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Destined Traveler.

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Less like frantic. More like rested.
Sometimes being the missionary’s wife can be the hardest calling. Being a stay-at-home mom without the support of MOPS and playdates and libraries can be tough, I’m thankful you have been “befriended.”
less like the dream (self).
more like dependent (God).
For me, it has been less like resentment, more like forgiveness. Less like stress, more like peace. Beautiful song by the way. It really spoke to me. Thank you so much for sharing. Miss ya friend! Darla
Love the ways you are learning forgiveness and peace in the midst of a husband halfway around the world and a house that still isn’t finished. You are amazing, friend. Love and miss you, too. Enjoy that Colorado summer! Love, L