These next few weeks bring an onslaught of change to our household again. I'm feeling a lot of anxiety and pressure. Maybe if there wasn't a bunch happening all at once I wouldn't feel so overwhelmed.
Things that have been resolved that have certainly lightened the load are my settlement with my car and therefore a new car. I finally filed for a divorce and I'm just waiting for those loose ends to be tied up.
But unfortunately I am still waiting and waiting for some kind of resolution with pastorial authority in my life. And to be honest these next few moments scare me to death, I think that a big reveal is about to happen and I'm not sure if, after all this time, can I handle the outcome.
My confidence in pastorial authority has been wounded. I'd like to say that isn't the case but after almost 3 years now my issue still hasn't been resolved. I'm not going to take myself out from under the leadership of Apostolic Authority so my options are limited and my life is subject to this safety harness that is potentially stealing my life away. Such a contradiction it is...It's getting hard to breathe

There is a strange level of comfort in the recognition that its ok to be weak because in the light of God’s grace for me His strength is made perfect through that weakness. I’ve prayed countless times that God would give me a new heart, a new set of thoughts, a completely different way of acting. But much to my dismay it hasn’t happened. I have almost felt cheated and hopeless because my prayers haven’t been answered, because my thoughts haven’t been transformed into righteous pure thoughts. My flesh and the enemy mock my sincerity by calling me not sincere at all because if I was then I would be different. I almost believe them…except I remembered Paul.
Paul had a thorn in his flesh, something that he asked God to remove over and over. But God told him no. I’ve heard preachers speculate that it was a physical infirmity but I would like to think it was a mindset or perhaps a behavior he fell to despite his best efforts and his intentions not to. God told him my grace, its sufficient for you and your weakness, well that’s where my strength is made perfect so deal with living with this.
Its so hard to except that God calls us friend, son, daughter, or child when our fleshly acts can be so contrary to His holiness. When I hold up my right acts to his righteousness they are nothing but filthy rags but so often I act as if those actions entitle me to some special audience with the Lord when Jesus himself told us the story about the two men who came into the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a publican. The Pharisee proudly went down the list of why he was better than publican boastfully reminding God of his righteous acts. But the publican recognized his need for mercy and for grace, he knew he was weak and undeserving of God’s attention but God justified him anyway.
As soon as I really come to terms with “its not what I do that earns me salvation but what he did to give me salvation” the sooner I can let go of these possibly unrealistic expectations of God removing this thorn from me and I can just live in the knowledge that his grace will see me through and that whatever state I’m in I should contently forget about the past, reach for the future and press towards the mark to become that which he has called me to be.

I often equate the loose ends in my life that need to be dealt with to the luggage on my floor or the mess in my closet. Monday morning I woke up to my luggage on my floor and completely overwhelmed from the night before with the constant nagging reminder that there are still so many issues in my life that are yet to be resolved. Things that I keep putting off and others that I have no control over. So halfway through mid-morning I made a decision, a real decision. Not like the ones I wake up with every other day and passionately nurture for a few hours and the shelf. This time I left work got into my car and did what I've challenged myself to do for several months now.
I was very nervous. I thought I would find this sense of relief, some kind of reprieve from the constant pressure that surrounds me. After signing all the paperwork and then giving it Will I felt nothing. Null of feelings other than the recognition that I just made a giant powerful move, another life altering turn was just made.
Today I feel good about it. I feel hope that I can be a good parent and work with Will on getting the kids raised healthy and wholly. But ultimately I fear that I'll be alone cuddled on a couch with two yorkies.

I haven’t had much to say because inner reflective, analytical Davina has been shelved. Sometimes she wears me out, always trying to figure out why things are the way they are and such. She gets me all tied up in knots and frankly I just need a break.
My level of expectation in life has changed too. I’ve endured a lot of heart ache and pain. My heart as been deconstructed and reconstructed enough now that I don’t recognize it as my own. I pray that it’s somewhere in the process of becoming a heart towards God’s.
The sharpness of life’s edges have also been dulled down or perhaps my armor against it’s cuts is tough enough now that I’m not as easily pushed over.
One thing I do recognize though is I am filled with emptiness in three areas of my life. The first an emptiness of recognition from the pastoral authority of my life that will empower me to alleviate the second emptiness of ministry within the church. The third, well love…the emptiness of the expectation of being truly in love with someone who loves me back to the same degree if not greater.
How do I deal with these things? Well I just keep my eyes and head down and try my best. I substitute my time with activities outside the church walls and support/volunteer for other causes. And lastly I ignore the dull ache in my heart for companionship.
What I do know is that I’m not selling myself short of what I truly want or need. Ultimately if that means I am alone for an extensive amount of time so be it. The thought of aloneness terrifies me I’ll admit but to settle for something convenient and not be happy or complete isn’t the answer either.
All in all I am a woman rebuilding herself…