One Thing I Know for Sure {on living soft under pressure}


It’s 7 degrees outside tonight with a forecast low of negative 4, and the snow falls still — these flakes so fine they’re almost microscopic. It’s been falling most of the day, and I’m thankful tonight that the snow’s light enough for my car’s windshield wipers to handle its weight.

I dig the minivan out just enough to see to drive, make my way just a couple blocks down the road to our nearest Starbucks, and find even the main roads are completely covered by hard-packed layers of white.


Despite the fact that I can’t feel my fingers or toes, I stand still outside for a minute and breathe in the frigid beauty. The stillness of the evening calms my hurried heart. The quiet breathes fresh life.


I mentioned to Stan a week or so ago that I felt like my heart’d been buried under boxes. That in the midst of transition and grief and exhaustion and all the seemingly endless doing of moving and re-settling with little ones, I’d subconsciously kicked into survival mode.

Just keep going, Dana. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

But something is shifting.


Sunday morning rolls around, December 28th, and I’m on the schedule already to lead worship for our church family here in Littleton {in light of the holiday absence of our usual worship leader}.

To give a little context, this is the church where Stan and I fell in love. Our pastor here officiated our wedding back in 2007, and his family has remained some of our dearest friends of all time, even across the geographical distance of the last nearly 7 years.


So despite changes in the composition of the church, coming back here still feels like coming home. And the privilege of leading these dear hearts in worship is a gulp of fresh air to my soul.

The way my heart and my family are welcomed and fully received in this place has already been balm to my aching places, and something inside me comes back to life a little bit as I put fingers to piano keys and pour my heart out in worship in not one, but two services.


In the days since our move, our kiddos have decided afternoon naps are no longer their thing. I’m making it through my days with them by giving them “rest time” in their beds in the afternoon, having them listen to books on CD. So far they’re both enjoying the downtime, and the plus side for Mom and Dad is that 7pm most evenings finds them both in bed, sound asleep.

So Stan and I spend our now blissfully peaceful evenings unpacking boxes, hanging artwork on walls, and sitting face to face while we munch crackers with cream cheese and the most amazing jalapeño jam (thank you, Littleton Whole Foods).

We purchase firewood and a fireplace tool set, and after just over 2 weeks in our new place, we finally carve out time to sit by a fire Sunday night in the post-bedtime quiet.

Our conversations lately circle ’round the exhausting intensity of helping our littles adjust to our family’s new season, and we contemplate practical ways to live more deeply connected to each other and to the heart of God in the midst of all the pressure.

“I’ve not been doing a good job living in the reality of this, babe,” I tell him, “but I know that I know there’s a way for us to walk out this season, with all its grief and frustration and exhaustion, with hearts that’re soft and responsive and surrendered to Him.”


See, what I desperately don’t want is to look back at these days and weeks of adjustment and processing all these major life changes, and realize I only survived this season. I don’t want to cave to stress, to live these days irritable toward those I love most.

I don’t want to be hardened by the pressure, to continue to numb out under the weight of it. I don’t want to miss the gifts of these days. The ways Jesus wants to make Himself known to me. The shaping and forming of Himself that He wants to accomplish in my depths.

And the desire and prayer that’s re-awakening my insides even in these last few days is that I’ll allow the pressure to soften me. To press me more deeply into Him, to conform my heart more fully to His.

That instead of resisting my circumstances, growing hard, and living frustrated — I’ll surrender to this season and to Him in the midst of it. That I’ll lean into intimacy with Him, and that intimacy will be what sustains and carries me and keeps my heart wide open and pumping, through the things that stretch me and pull me and take me right out of all my cherished comfort zones.


So 10pm rolls around and Stan and I sit in the Sunday evening quiet. I’m desperately needing to go to sleep, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the final few flames licking around the far edges of the one remaining log in our fireplace —

— and I can’t tear my heart away from this deep, quiet sense of God’s nearness. Of His movement on my insides. His breathing on my internal flame. This softening of my soul to the tenderness of the One who is faithful to draw me yet again into His heart — Whose relentless pursuit of my deepest places just dismantles me over and over and over again.


P.S. So there’s a new year around the corner, and there’s this word rolling around in my gut these days, y’all. It’ll be my one word for 2015. And even just the thought of sharing it feels so vulnerable (and so right) that it brings tears to my eyes. I’ll share it with you here soon though (she said, as her stomach did a flip). And also? Just thanks. Thank you for walking beside me here for another year. For the continual presence and compassion with which you bear witness to my journey. You all bless my life so profoundly.

P.P.S. Linking my heart tonight with those in Kelli’s community, hosted at Beth’s place this month. ‘Cause I just pretty much love those guys.

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12 Responses to One Thing I Know for Sure {on living soft under pressure}

  1. Janice S. says:

    I think, perhaps, I’ve only just been surviving lately. I want more than that, too. Thank you, Dana, for the reminder to lean in and to pray for that softness. I need that.
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    • danalynnb says:

      So with you, Janice, in that desire for more, to live responsive to Him. Thank you so much for being here, for being after Him with me.

  2. Jolene says:

    Wow, Dana! Your words tonight remind me of what is truly important.

    “I don’t want to be hardened by the pressure, to continue to numb out under the weight of it. I don’t want to miss the gifts of these days. The ways Jesus wants to make Himself known to me. The shaping and forming of Himself that He wants to accomplish in my depths.”

    There is so many gifts in this season in my life, and I really want to be fully awake and open to them. I so easily get distracted by trivial matters instead of focusing on keeping my heart opened and surrendered to Him. Oh, how I long for my heart to be more fully conformed to his. Thank you so much for your encouragement and friendship

    • danalynnb says:

      You and me both, Jolene. I am SO easily distracted, lately especially. So thankful for how gracious He is to me, how faithful to keep pursuing my heart even when I’m fickle. :) He is sweet. Praying you’re tangibly aware of His sweetness today, friend. <3

  3. Joanne Viola says:

    Dana, beautiful words which spoke to me as my family embarks on a new journey tomorrow. Like you, I do not want to cave to the emotions or stress and be irritable or absent from those I love the most. I want to be in these moments, recognizing that He has brought us this far & will continue to be with us. I want to savor Him in each moment.
    The last few days, I have been drawn repeated to read … “God IS our refuge and strength, an EVER-PRESENT help in trouble.” (Ps. 46:1) I find myself grateful it is written in the present tense for He IS our strength in the moment. In each & every moment. And He is our ever-present help. Right now.
    Grateful to have read your words this morning. May you & yours have a most blessed 2015.
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    • danalynnb says:

      Hey Joanne, so much grace to you in all the new that’s coming for you all. May you continue to know His ever-present help. I’m so thankful for that about Him – and thankful to YOU for the reminder of that verse. Gosh, I could just wrap up in it for a while. Bless you, friend.

  4. I really get this Dana. We’ve been in Phoenix for several weeks with the people that we started our marriage and ministry with. Being in a place where we are known and know that we belong brought something dormant in us back to life. Lean in and enjoy the place where God has you, it’s beautiful to behold. In your words, I hear that you are experiencing that already.
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    • danalynnb says:

      Mmmm… I love that for you, Shelly! That you guys have had time where you’re known and safe. It’s a huge deal and it’s incredible how our hearts somehow almost subconsciously intuit that safety and belonging, and just come to life. Praying for so much continued grace for you in this season, friend – and for a quick sale for your home. <3

  5. Beth Hess says:

    “God’s nearness. Of His movement on my insides. His breathing on my internal flame.” Yes, this, Dana. It’s this God is drawing me closer to as well. In the knowing his nearness all the way to my insides. And in the dance of us weaving in and out of each other The Father, The Son, The Spirit, and me. Happy New Year, Friend. (p.s. Can’t wait to hear your word!)
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  6. Amber C. says:

    I love hearing where you’re at, all the layered pieces being unpacked slowly here. I wonder if unpacking your grief and all the transitions and pressures bearing down on you can’t be a little more like you and Stan unpacking boxes little by little each night with a fire blazing in your living room. I hope for that for you, friend. I don’t see you as one who would settle for anything less than all of God’s gifts for you in whatever season you find yourself in.

    And I’m eager to hear the unveiling of your word for the year…
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  7. Tara says:

    Another great post! I so get you here my friend! Your words always pull me in with their depth and beauty. Prayers as you continue to journey through this season of your life. Happy New Year friend!!

  8. Bless you, friend. Your intentional and tender walking out of this phase is so beautiful. What a good picture for me…this softening into Jesus’ presence and care. I feel the hard edges that want to rise up in me to “get it all done,” and then the soft whisper that there’s another way. Thank you for the beautiful reminder this morning, for putting words to this for me. I love you, and Happy New Year!
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