In between
That was the prompt for 5 minute Friday but I saw it Wednesday and decided the day didn’t matter because in between is where I seem to be.
I’m in between what I was and becoming…..more? More? Or maybe less? My grand hope would be more Him and less me and the in between of that is sometimes painful. And beautiful and very messy.
me and my guy looking all official
latest haircut – longer
boating with the princess
To become less seems to involve facing some truths you had numbed and seemed much better that way but I’m learning numb is another word for deep ruts you seem to get stuck in to the point of finding it comfortable and forgetting you’re stuck and need to get out.
I’m in between wanting to be alone and needing to live in community. In between less reading and more making, painting, writing.
I’m in between noise and quiet, the shouted, the whispered, the melody of song.
In between my heart aching with honesty and rejoicing with truth.
In between being a daughter and orphan, a wife and friend, a mama and MayMay.
In between loving and loving more.
Living In Graceland 
This was lovely, Debby! And isn’t that where all the real living happens? In the beautiful, gritty, messy, glorious in between.
Thanks Leigha. Yes, it’s where the real beauty is. Who knew? 😉 Thanks for your words of encouragement.
Morning Debby
I’m right in the middle with you, dear one
I’ve been listening to Casting Crowns song
Somewhere in the Middle
Somewhere between the hot and the cold
Somewhere between the new and the old
Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be
Somewhere in the middle, You’ll find me
Somewhere between the wrong and the right
Somewhere between the darkness and the light
Somewhere between who I was and who You’re making me
Somewhere in the middle, You’ll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle
With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle
Are we caught in the middle
Somewhere between my heart and my hands
Somewhere between my faith and my plans
Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves
Somewhere between a whisper and a roar
Somewhere between the altar and the door
Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
Somewhere in the middle You’ll find me
Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You’re by my side
Loving me even on these nights when I’m caught in the middle
That’s perfect, Susie! Thanks for sharing that with me. ❤
“In Between”–I hadn’t thought of it that way, but YES, we’re all living there; it just looks different from one person’s life to another. I so enjoyed all the pictures–y’all are LOVELY!! God bless you BIG.
Thanks Caddo. Heading up to see that little princess this weekend. Always a good thing.
Little princesses (and princes)–there’s just nothing like ’em!!
In Between with you – this GRABBED me – “I’m learning numb is another word for deep ruts you seem to get stuck in to the point of finding it comfortable and forgetting you’re stuck and need to get out.” Enjoy your Princess weekend – dear daughter of the King!
We got to their house before they did and are waiting for the princess now! Thank you, sweet friend!
I so love when you send family photos out. Wish we could get together, but I think it’s at least a 12 hour drive… 😐