Set in the Place of Lowliness
It feels like I’ve been thrown into a deep, deep well. I can feel the fall...heavy, steep, with nothing to hold on to. I don’t even know how or when I ended up here. I just woke up one day and realized I was already at the bottom. And here, in this place, what I feel isn’t just sadness. It’s not the usual kind of sorrow that comes with longing or loneliness. No. This is a kind of lowliness, a feeling of being emptied, of having nothing left. It’s heavy. It’s deep. It feels like there’s no lower place to go. But while I sit here in this depth, a thought crosses my mind, if I’ve fallen this low, could it be that God is working just as deeply in my life? Maybe I just can’t see it. Maybe I don’t understand it yet. But maybe the depth of my fall is the same depth in which He is shaping me. Maybe this isn’t just a collapse, but an excavation. A digging so that something deeper can be planted in my heart, something I can’t comprehend yet, but in time, will grow. Right now, I don’t know h...
