The Nail in the Spindle: a Wild in the Hollow Guest Post by Jenny Marrs
Jenny Marrs is a light in my actual, real-life world, and it is an honor to have her words here today. All I can say is that her words aren’t mere words. There are real acts of love behind her words. People across the sea have been changed because of the love that keeps her and her family here in Arkansas. Please welcome Jenny Marrs to the Wild in the Hollow Guest Post Series!
The staircase conceals its brokenness. The fourth spindle from the left. At first glance, you may miss how it wobbles and turns. Just last night, a friend casually mentioned her affinity toward that broken spindle. I hadn’t considered it before. I had only noted yet another repair. I hadn’t seen the way that spindle, in its brokenness, represented more.I hadn’t appreciated the way it continues to hold steadfast to its anchoring nail regardless of the tugging and twirling of little hands seeking amusement and levity, nor had I seen the way it serves as a reminder to guests in our one-hundred-year-old home that this is a place where we welcome imperfect people into an imperfect space. After all, true, authentic, Kingdom-seeking community can only be forged through the revealing of brokenness.
The last several years have been wrought with storms. At times, the pulling and tugging of my soul left me weary and depleted. The spiritual warfare my family entered into left us all bruised and battered. Ripped off course. Yet, He held us.
Jesus remained our anchor and our foundation. We often flailed in the wind. We lost sight of Hope and stumbled toward despair. Yet, He was there. Holding on.
Just like that nail at the bottom of the spindle. Against all odds, He remained. Torn from every familiar thing and placed into our family, my daughter has walked in the pain of persistent grief and debilitating fear. Through the darkness, His light illuminates her way.
These days, as we lay side by side singing “Jesus loves me” before bedtime, she often turns to me and shares profound truths in her soft, little raspy voice. She whispers in the dark, “God never left me, momma. He carried me home.”
Oh, baby girl. He will never leave. He will hold on, just like the persistent nail at the bottom of that broken spindle in our kitchen. Against all odds, He will remain steadfast.
When all is quiet after the littles have gone to bed, I often stand in my kitchen and look around at the toys scattered, the dust bunnies in the corner, the chips in the paint removed from flying matchbox cars, or that broken old spindle and breathe in immense gratitude. These, the signs of a life well lived, are abundant.
Brokenness amidst beauty. Joy intermingled with sorrow, laughter echoing in our four walls after a season of pain.
The broken way always leads us home.
Jenny Marrs is a wife and momma of four. She is passionate about fostering authentic community, social justice and adoption. She and her husband founded Feed Their Tummies in order to minister to orphaned and vulnerable children in the Democratic Republic of Congo. She loves deep conversations with close friends, thrifting at her favorite “junk shops” and sipping from a steaming mug of fresh pressed coffee on her porch swing. She finds herself laughing on a daily basis at the chaos of her life as an accidental farm girl with four littles under five and too many animals to even count.
She blogs at blessingsandraindrops.com where she encourages her readers to seek joy in the midst of the ordinary and relentlessly pursue hope even when brokenness is abundant. She also chronicles her daily hilarity on Instagram.
I’m hearing more and more from readers of Wild in the Hollow as further proof that our stories can mean a great deal to others. Even when the reader’s story is very different, it’s profound to find common pain, healing, and desire.
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