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When You Feel Stuck in the Middle of Real Life

I’m grateful to have some new friends here in this corner of the internet. This month I want to share some older posts that you may have missed…posts that still linger with me filling places in my heart and mind.

I wrote this years ago when my people were much smaller. But somehow I still feel like I’m in the middle, and I still find myself listening for the door.


Stuck in the middle

I actually stood at my kitchen sink and wondered aloud: I’m here Lord. Are you?

It sounds ridiculous. But if real is what I’m after than I need to tell you…I don’t always know God is here. I have a difficult time finding Him when I’m facing a table strewn with toys and papers and markers. I can’t always see through my finger print smeared windows and peanut butter on the rungs of the chairs. It can be difficult to look past the child with clenched fists, tear filled eyes and screaming.

But He is. There. Here. Always.

I think if He was standing in my kitchen with me He just might tidy up the papers and pour some iced tea. Maybe He’d grab a paper towel and wipe off the sliding glass door or the peanut butter off the table. And I most definitely believe he would gather my little one in His arms and bring peace for mother and child. Maybe my theology is mixed up, but I’ve never been one  for theology anyway. Real relationship, that’s what I crave.

And He knows that.

And He made me that way.

So, yes I believe He’d stoop to where I am, in my humanity and meet me here. He went to people’s homes, to the lake, to the well. He traveled on and met people right where they were.

And I’m here.

In a real, loud, messy, imperfect, lawn needs to be mowed, floor is sticky, toys are everywhere place.

And I really think He’d come.


I think He’d walk right alongside me. Picking up a bit and laughing. Telling me stories or stopping to look at the fifteenth drawing from my little one, smiling broadly the whole time. Then I like to think He’d tell me to sit and have that iced tea while we talked. Not so much a getting down to business about my spiritual state or the sin in my life, but a put your feet up and just enjoy being with me kind of talk.

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Our iced tea would get watered down because the refreshment wouldn’t be from a glass.  It might be the raw, honest stare at my glass kind of talk or the tip my head back laughing and nodding until my sides hurt kind of talk. It wouldn’t matter. Because He’d be here. For real. Right where I am.

And if He can do that for me, meet me here in my real, He’ll do the very same for you. So, when you hear the backdoor open, don’t be alarmed. It’s just a good friend coming to visit. Right where you are.

I still believe every word of this. And I still long for it.

Sure, the peanut butter smears might be fewer and the tantrums may be less often (theirs and mine), but I’m still smack in the middle of life. And I still firmly believe He’s there, too.

And if He’s there for me, well, I sure know He’s there for you, friend. 

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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

16 Replies

  1. Amen. Glad God meets us right where we are. So glad to be your neighbor at Three Word Wednesday. Have a blessed rest of your week.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thank you Carolina! You too!

  2. Yes He is here every moment waiting for me and there waiting for you to acknowledge He’s there in all of life. Enjoy those messes because you will be shocked how fast time flies and you’ll be like me waiting on the grandkids which reminds me my 3 yr old grandson just left and I need to pick up all his messes and clean up.

    1. Becky Hastings

      I can’t even imagine the shift. I see time passing so quickly and I want to hold them and never let go! Thanks for being here today!

  3. <3 this!! He is here with us through it all. Every tear. Every struggle. Every fear. Beautiful!

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Liz. It’s so easy to forget, but He’s there!

  4. I totally get this! I just spent the last 5 days single parenting while my husband traveled for work.
    He’s always there, but my feelings change. I can feel He isn’t there or He feels distant. This isn’t the truth.
    Thanks for this great reminder!
    Stopping by from #GraceandTruth

    1. Becky Hastings

      Kudos to you for 5 days on your own with the kids! It’s so funny how much power we give our feelings. I’m trying so hard to remind myself of truth. Preaching to Myself!

  5. I just love knowing the fact that he loves me, has a plan for me and will never leave me. I can always ask for forgiveness and guidance and he will always be there
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    1. Becky Hastings

      Always and forever Angie! So true!

  6. I LOVE THIS! “Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!” Psalm 116:3

    1. Becky Hastings

      It’s so easy to forget though isn’t it? So glad He has endless grace!

  7. I love this. This is how I imagine Jesus to be with me too – a father delighting in his daughter.

    1. Becky Hastings

      I know what you mean. I used to feel guilty when I would fall asleep praying, but then I realized how much He must delight in that the same way I did when my babies would fall asleep with me.

  8. I’m so glad our God is Immanuel – God with us! He’s ready to take up our slack and walk beside us, carry us, even. So much raw, real life descriptions here, I like that! And your pictures, as usual, are perfect!

    Thanks for coming over to Tuesday Talk again to share with us!

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Ruthie! I love seeing God in my real, everyday life. It’s so easy to think He’s only there in church or when I’m on my knees, but He is so much more (even when I don’t see it!)

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