Finding Comfort in the Battle

This year has been cruel yall–like the stinging hits of freezing rain or cutting winds of a blizzard storm-harsher climates have shifted our atmosphere. The down pour of political and civil unrest has left our country drenched in hate, apathy and fear. Racial divides, Trumps win, continuous murders of Black Lives, Standing Rock, the threat of the wallgoing upneed I go on?

The colder the world feels the more I find myself desperately gravitating to the warm. Im not talking about temporary measures that can be satisfied by grabbing a light jacket or adding a thin layer to accommodate a just in casechill. Im talking about the need to stay close to a burning fire that has the power to restore life and feeling to that deep down to the bone-numb-I-cant feel-my-fingers-kinda-cold. Numb is how Ive been living.

This here America, the one we now wake up and wince in pain to see destroying itself again and again and again- is not the one my parents and ancestors fought already a trillion times to overcome. This America today is not the place I want to call home-so I wont-not today.

There are days we must fight and sacrifice for what we believe in and then there are days we need to simply go home. When we are weary from the battle and unsure of our footing it is crucial that we return home-home for grounding-home for rest-home for comfort.

Home for me is found in the warm brown eyes of my husband-being nestled close into the safety of his arms. Home is being surrounded in my children’s giggles and cuddles on our big brown sofa with soft blankets and fuzzy socks. In these four walls where we live and love faithfully and consistently I am filled up and made whole again.

Home smells like bubbling brown sugar and buttery tones of sweet potato pies made to order from my Mommas kitchen. Home looks like tears wiped away gently from sacred sister who finish your sentence when you cant speak the words.

Home is found in that special place of quiet and surrender-those precious moments when nobody else is around. Home is when the One who created me sings over me and lights again the flame that almost blew out from the cold-the cold I let sneak in from this world.

Sometimes courage means rising high to organize and petition and sometimes courage means getting low on floors with toddlers and grabbing crayons and coloring books.

Sometimes brave looks like protests and presentations and other times brave looks like pajamas and oversized tea cups.

Sometimes brave looks like coming home.

Im still trying to find the balance of the going out and the coming in. This time I almost stayed away too long. May you too never get to far away from what matters most-may you too always remember to return home.

Velynn Brown

Velynn Brown

Writer at Quenched
My heart beats for the underdog, underprivileged and underloved—because that is the backdrop of my own story. I am a Jesus-following, redeemed Church Girl who wakes up every morning in desperate need of a touch by the One who keeps me thirsting for more.

Quenched is the place where I jump deep into real life, redemption and community. I love being my husband's girlfriend and Momma to our three amazing children, I call my Brown Sugar Babies. I also love big hair, big dreams, my big God and the big family and community I come from. I am currently working on publishing my memoir, Gospel Song in the Rain.
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  • I love your writing
    .it speaks to and from the s weetness and truth of heart and soul. This election has ripped our country further apart and can wound our souls..but bevet xan it take away love and God’s warmth and pronises. I sip a warm cup of tea imagining your beautiful family enjoying moments that represent a better America. Keep retreating and treating yourself to these gifts. Blessings!

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  • pastordt

    Oh, I love this, Velynn. And I GET IT, too. Such a rough season, on so many levels. I, too, have chosen to find a rhythm between hunkering down and stepping out. I need both to survive. Today is a hunkering down day – a walk outside and everything else — right here, between these four walls. Writing/prayer/laughter/a bit of Netflix and some good food. Gaining strength for the battles ahead seems wise about now. Thanks so much for these good words. You are remarkable.