Come hell or high water. Me and you? We are standing.

Sometimes the battle isn’t about fighting harder, but just staying on the field. Standing come hell or high water. Me and you? We are still standing…

If I could look into your eyes I’d let you know that I see you there. A bit down the road from me. I see you trying your best to hold on with all your might to the little plot of ground you are fighting for. Mustering all your strength to fight against the headwind and recover from the blows that nearly take you out. The reason I see you is because I am here too. Standing on my own plot of ground…

This is a day where there just isn’t anything to do but stand. I sit here with tears brimming in my eyes because this little heart of mine is tired. My feet are sore from trying to claim this patch of land – this promise – for so long. I ache from maintaining uncomfortable postures. Twisting around the obstacles that try to tangle me – bending to keep myself just out of reach from their fatal grasp.

I first came to this place several years ago. Decided to make it my home and chose to see the future with eyes of faith. Chose to believe that God could do the impossible with me here. At first it looked like a great spot for a picnic on my new grassy plot. Lay out a blanket and enjoy the little nest I’d made with yummy food and tasty drink.

Here I would wait until it came to meet me. The promise I was standing on. But it never came.

It was okay for a while because I was surrounded by others just like me. The dreamers and believers who decided to stake their claims in the Land of Not Yet. We were like pioneers in this new land of ours. The minutes turned to hours. Longer than we anticipated but we adventurers always pack extra supplies and faced the unexpected delay with the gusto of a Broadway musical. After all, we wouldn’t be here forever. Would we?

Month after month the strength I found in numbers began to fade. My mountainside friends spotted their dream beckoning them to come and enjoy the new relationship, job, baby, adventure, personal breakthrough, clean bill of health… whatever it was. Their number had been drawn and they got to leave their humble plot to go claim their promise.

And now, here I am. Nearly alone on this mountainside. It’s hard to tell the ghosts from the visions anymore.

Through this foggy sense of no longer knowing how to fight this battle, I see you. I see you out here just like me. Seemingly alone on a piece of ground that once represented all the good things you hoped for, but now only reminds you of all the things you are no longer quite sure of. I know there are more of us, thousands perhaps. But right now, I just see us. You and me. Camping out here. And I hate camping.

Maybe you are one of the ones who packed up your lawn chair awhile ago and are in the middle of everything you dreamed of. If that’s you, I’m glad you got what you were believing for. Sure, I have my bad days and I get envious. But really, really I am glad for you. And while you are finishing off that last party cupcake, say a prayer for those of us still living off our rations.

To my fellow hillside dwellers, I’d like to tell you what I am learning. There is power in standing – remaining. 

“…and after you have done everything, to stand.” – Ephesians 6:13

When your legs won’t hold you up anymore? Kneel- it’s okay to be tired. When your eyes can no longer look for hope through your weary lids? Close your eyes and remember. Remember what led you to that little patch of promise in the first place.

There is nothing we can do to make it happen faster. No way of controlling the weather out here and the situations we have to navigate as we keep believing that someday, someday soon God will come and get us too. Through the heartache, stand. Through the storm that strips of everything we had, stand. Through the calendar days flipping past, stand.

Eloquent speech is not required. A bigger faith is not demanded. Right here? This is about standing friend. Even when we slouch on the heavy days, it’s about standing. Staying right where we are because despite it all, we are people who believe.

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30 responses to “Come hell or high water. Me and you? We are standing.

  1. Phoebe Bakker

    You were speaking to me. Today is not a picnic day and I needed your encouragement! Thank you.

  2. Becky

    Your best yet, Liz. And that’s saying a lot.

  3. Lolly

    Your honesty and vulnerabilty really speak to me, Elizabeth. In the midst of your own disappointments and struggles, you are encouraging others. Praying that God will give you, and others trying to hold on to their little patch of land and the promise that accompanies it, the desires of your heart.

  4. Standing with you. Wobbling a bit, but standing. So glad you can express your heart like this, Elizabeth. You’re the best daughter in the world.

  5. I see you there from over here!

  6. This is simply beautiful.
    -Kaitlyn 🙂

  7. So well said – I am there – wow- thank you so much for sharing your heart. We will stand…..
    cate b

  8. Great post!!! Standing is not always an easy thing for us to do, but it is necessary, because it’s in these times that it’s much easier to be distracted or deceived by the enemy.

  9. Tracey

    Whoa. Yes and amen to this….all of it.

  10. This is perfect. And you are right. And I cry with you…more like mourn the fact I’m still on this lousy piece of desert with a longing heart. And as people come, and people go, my heart gets more and more weary. But there is something out on the horizon. It’s father off than ever before. Or so it seems, but it is coming. Thank you dear one.

  11. Sandy Williams

    Wow! This is beautiful and heart touching!

  12. Very nice, sincere – thank you for sharing. Remember: 1 Peter 5:6-7 (NIV)
    “6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”

  13. Standing. Believing. Waiting (patiently, most of the time). It’s encouraging to know that there are other hillside dwellers who have these moments too. Thanks for being honest; great post!

  14. Clare Berlisnky

    Love this Liz. Your revelation is a breath of fresh air.

  15. OgoOluwakitan

    Reblogged this on Through this slightly broken LENS and commented:
    Eloquent speech is not required. A bigger faith is not demanded. Right here? This is about standing friend. Even when we slouch on the heavy days, it’s about standing. Staying right where we are because despite it all, we are people who believe.

  16. “Maybe you are one of the ones who packed up your lawn chair awhile ago and are in the middle of everything you dreamed of. If that’s you, I’m glad you got what you were believing for. Sure, I have my bad days and I get envious. But really, really I am glad for you. And while you are finishing off that last party cupcake, say a prayer for those of us still living off our rations.”
    It seems I am going backwards in life. I’ve had the success, the spotlight moments. Now I am at a place where I am just beginning again. Just starting out. Waiting in mundane moments to see if redemption will show its face. The words above seemed to resonate in my heart.

    …some of us are still living off our rations…while the people we care about most are doing big things and having their “moments” Im chillin in my lawn chair.

    – I love your blog.

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