held in the middle

{five minute friday: middle}

Beginnings are easy to fall in love with. The start of a thing carries such hope and expectancy. New baby, new house, new job. I dearly love the start of a new month as I open my new, fresh, empty journal for the month and pen a letter to Jesus committing the days ahead to Him.

Even endings, though often hard, can be important milestones. Graduations, milestones, markers of endings that open new chapters ahead.

But is there anything redeemable about middles?

The middle is messy, unknown, often scary and at best, mundane. The middle of raising kids, the middle of a day, the middle of a trial.

A health crisis hit our home this morning. From the moment I got the call, I felt catapulted into a hard middle. This middle is scary and unknown. The middle sheds light on nothing.

The day came to an end and found me back where it had begun, alone with Jesus and His Word.

‘I am the Alpha and Omega,’ says the Lord God, ‘who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.’

And just like that, He assured me He is not only there, in the beautiful beginnings and the milestone endings but He is smack dab in the middle.

Even in the hard middle, He holds you, dear reader, rest in that, I am.

12 thoughts on “held in the middle

  1. Blessings to you this day. This was a sweet and sincere post! I’m treasuring the middle as we see God working from our places backwards, forwards, and in the present situations. <3 Jennifer, FMF

  2. Amen, Mariel! He is always with us, right there in the middle of every situation. Praying He brings you all that you need as you navigate this crisis.

  3. I love this! He IS smack dab in the middle! May we trust this even when we aren’t feeling it…. God holds our every middle moment.

    1. Haha, yeah, after a hard day yesterday, I was anxious to get some creative words flowing so I posted quickly. ❤😊 #WritingIsTheraputic

  4. Praying your trial does not last too long and I can already see it has pulled you close to Him. Joy in our consequences because we are His.

    FMF#32

  5. There is a certain sweetness
    at centre of storm’s eye;
    not birth and not completeness,
    just a mundane bye-and-bye
    in which I hear a distant saw,
    a Carpenter a-cutting wood
    in compliance with the Law,
    just the way I knew He would
    before His ministry began,
    before the the fishermen were called,
    before the doubters up and ran
    to the Pharisees, appalled…
    ’twas just the middle of the life
    that He enjoyed before the strife.

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