Daring to be Restless

I need therapy.   I admit it.   Every day I am reminded that I cannot do life on my own.   I am not strong enough.   I have believed lies, been wounded in the battle for my soul, and encountered grief deeper than my ability to cope.   This realization has been heavy on my heart lately, as more and more things in life have gone wrong, as more and more battles have been to the death, threatening the lives of young hearts and lives with so much potential.   And it is in these moments that God has brought to remembrance a Scripture I’ve known for years, but never fully appreciated – Isaiah 9:6.   It says: “For to us a child is born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be upon His shoulder, and His name shall be called Wonderful Counselor , Mighty God, Everlasting Father [of Eternity], Prince of Peace.” I love that it begins by saying the government – the weight of responsibility, decision making and leadership – rests on His shoulders.   It’s not mine to carry