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The 2016 story of us

When I was 25 I dated a guy who loved it when I would tell him the story of us: how we met, what I felt then, when it changed, and he would interject, winding his version of the story into mine.

It’s one of my favorite past times: with coworkers, with friends, family.  Sharing first impressions, memories, shifting intimacy, growing connection: all of us telling our version of the story of us.  I do this with Jesus too.  Sometimes it’s the full epic version, and sometimes it’s the story of us that day or year.

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Words from the wilderness: christmas

[A year ago, I wrote the words below in an email to a few unspeakably precious friends. It’s uncharacteristic, but I have nothing I would edit about it.  The best thing about the wilderness is the way Jesus meets you there.  I pray its truth finds you today. I pray He finds you today.  And if you are in a dark place, know this – He is there too.  Louder, and more tangible and more yours than you ever imagined.]

Twists & turns

There are curves up ahead; bends in this twisting turning road that is my life.

For the longest time, whenever I’ve looked ahead, all I have been able to see is the same straight path laid out before me.  The shifts in the trajectory of my life have come without warning: the sin struggles I never anticipated, the news of cancer and death.  While the shock of the unexpected brought its own level of wreckage and pain, it carried a grace: deliverance from the waiting and the wondering and the anticipation.

You’re not my real mom.

I have a friend who is working through the incredibly glorious and painful process of caring for a newly adopted daughter.

On the good days, she would tell you about the unspeakable joy that comes when the barriers of blood and DNA dissolve in the baptism of true family that comes through love.  On the hard days, she has to endure the incredibly violating pain of watching this little human look at her and reject her love as insufficient because of that DNA.  The oceans this mom has crossed, the scars she bears that declare her love and evidence her intention – all are dismissed as inadequate.

Thankful

A friend has been challenging me in the discipline of thankfulness.

I’m thankful for that.

While I started slow, I’m beginning to have my eyes opened to all the grace around me.

And I’m thankful.

I’m thankful for sunlight, and the way it’s falling on the tables in this coffee shop even now.  For toddlers whose words are gloriously hard to understand.  IMG_0225

For leaders who are humble enough to change things and loving enough to care that change is hard.