The Time in Between

One day as I was tiding around the house, a song came on my playlist that made me think.

The song was talking about the time in between when Jesus died, and the time when he rose again and how that  is the time that matters the most. Those three days when he was stealing the keys to death, and about how thankful she is for that time in between. (For those who just really want to listen to it, it’s called “The Time In Between” by Francesca Battistlli.)

As I was listening to this song and in the process of hanging pictures in the upstairs sewing room, I started thinking about that time In between.

To be honest, most of the time, I’m not thankful for that in between time. I like things to be just one way. I don’t like it when my life is akimbo. I like having all my ducks in a row and a schedule that is solid.

So those in between times create… basically a quarter life crises. (Which you all are super awesome to read the posts where I’m like, “AHMYWORDLIFEISSOCRAZYWHEREISGOD oh wait. He’s right here. Just where he always is. That’s right.*Attempts to hammer that into my thick head*.)

Being thankful for that time in between is so hard in the moment.

But looking back at the summer of in between moments, I’m so thankful.

The summer of in between taught me what was really important.

Being thankful in the small apartment.
Being thankful in the less than ideal.

Thankful in the pain, and thankful in the hardships, that’s hard, but is so worth it.

The time in between is the time when we are being molded and shaped by the hands of the master potter. The time in between is the time when we learn to trust him more and more. When being lead becomes more of a priority—because we can’t lead ourselves.

It’s more about the art of surrender. Of knowing the sovereignty of God—instead of just living by our own power.

The time when the world is shaking, is the time when we get to stand on the solid rock of Jesus Christ.

The Time in between is when Jesus moves.

I know, it’s hard. But keep holding on to Jesus. He is the same yesterday, today and forevermore. He will hold you close…

“The Lord is my rock, my fortress, my Savior. My God is my rock. I can run to him for safety. He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender and my place of safety. The LORD saves me from those who want to harm me. I will call out to the LORD who is worthy of praise and I will be saved from my enemies.” ~2 Samuel 22:2-4

~Rachel Joy