Some of you may have noticed, things have been a little quiet around here.

A long time ago a friend spoke truth into my life and told me that the devil pushes the hardest when we are close to a breakthrough. We’ve seen it before. We will see it again. We see it now.

We’ve been claiming God’s promises wholeheartedly the last few months. We’ve prayed for wisdom, miracles and peace.

Sometimes I wonder if we are at the breaking point. There have been days the last two months that I thought would never end. Nights I prayed that God would take away the pain and fear. Days when I’ve questioned if there is a time when faith becomes easier or if it will always be this hard.

Life is hard. Faith is difficult. Relationships become strained. The world makes zero sense to me and even though I know God is faithful and will provide, I still battle doubt and second guessing.

Should we buy a house? Are there alternatives we haven’t considered? Have we done something wrong that is preventing forward motion?

Despite the doubt and questions, we feel at peace. It sounds crazy but even though the future is dark and remains hidden, I have no anxiety about that future.

Maybe it’s just delusion or denial, but God has a pretty good track record of coming through and I believe He will do that again.

Or maybe the pain of getting to the breaking point is what brings us to the breakthrough.

Being uncommon isn’t for the weak. Living differently than the world is hard. The last few months have been some of the hardest I’ve faced in my adult life and I can’t say that I haven’t had my doubts.

There have been moments of fear. There are days when I want to give up. But we keep fighting because that’s what we have to do to be different. We have to trust when everyone else says give up.

All that to say, things have been quiet, but God hasn’t stopped.

So we keep moving forward. We keep trusting. We keep believing and we keep testifying to the glory of God.

I know that one day I’ll be able to tell you all the things that have come from this season. Beautiful, wonderful things that look different than what I would’ve planned. Even though I can’t see those yet, I know they are there just ahead.

Things have been quiet here and that’s ok. I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep up. But I am here, pushing forward and believing that things won’t be quiet forever.