Candidly, this year I lost and found (and lost and found) my way so many times that my journals look like darling art projects, smeared with rough drafts of schedules. By October, when the dust settled, I came to terms with what’s mine to do, and God used a very unexpected truth to glide me back on course. He began by asking me a question.
The light has been a kind teacher in these early days of reassigning HOME. God uses it to ease my tension the way a shoulder rub extracts a full sigh. And I have needed that – because I did not get this grand saturating sense of relief out of listening to perfectly beautiful words from our friends or from having prayers answered. You’re not shocked, are you? I mean, when does peace arrive on schedule?
Tiny acts of intention matter inside us at times when we feel like our season has been handed to us like a deli number.
(Disclaimer; you may get hungry reading this. Best bring a snack.)
Today I doubted that God was for me. My body felt my thoughts and refused to rally. Maybe you heard. We had a house fire. This is not going to be one of those times where I say things from my life that you can feel in your life, unless you recently had your wardrobe… Continue reading he saves them all
Because I love you, here’s my #bestnine2017 and a video of #1secondeveryday for 2017! If there is one big thing I learned this year, it’s this:
Living wide open and showing your work is the only way to be a light bearer who can be trusted in the dark.
