The truth is, I’m not good with ‘maybe’s. I love me a ‘yes’. I can handle a ‘not yet’, and I’ve even gotten better at receiving a ‘no.’ But is anyone else exhausted by the ‘maybe’?
When God gives a ‘yes’ we offer thanksgiving. When He hands us a ‘not-yet’ we navigate it with endurance and patience. When we hear the dreaded ‘no’, like Jesus we grieve, surrender and accept. But a ‘maybe’? What’s the right response to a ‘maybe’?
Tell your kids about ME. Put these stones here, where they will see them. And when they ask: ‘what are these rocks? Why do we have this big pile of stones here?’ Then speak. Tell them of the day I parted the waters so you – all 40,000 of you – could be free. Could walk toward rest. Tell them the story of that day so that would know who their God is.
I read that story in Joshua this morning and I keep thinking about how terribly vulnerable it must feel to have a pile of rocks laying around that likely represent one of the most sacred days of your life. That anyone could see and ask about at any time.
Boy. I tell you what, today’s Advent really took it out of me. If you’re receiving the daily emails, you might have noticed today’s was a tad delayed.
Today was the hardest one so far, but not in a bad way. Sometimes a sense of responsibility and the weight of words settles over me and I can’t shake the sense that – this one – this one I want to get right. This truth is too precious to me to share flippantly.
I don’t know what to say. I am out of words. I am humbled, amazed, stunned, leveled by our God who has come to us in the dark of night.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Oh how fleeting this all is. This life. It is in fact just a breath.
One of the people you sit with at the table today will have to endure the loss of everyone else at that table.
I know. I know. So depressing, Fabs.
But is it? Isn’t it what makes this all so beautiful? Isn’t it those who were once sick that are so thankful for health? The rest of us take it for granted. Isn’t it those have lost homes and possessions so thankful when they once again have a place to lay their heads? The rest of us feel entitled to our pillows. Isn’t it those of us who know that these bodies we can wrap our arms around today will one day be dust – aren’t we the ones who hold a little tighter?
There is no new information this morning.
It’s not news to me that if Jesus is truly the key to rest and life and joy, then I have access to rest and joy and life all the time. Nothing has to change about my life for me to be present and find life and rest and all that I’m searching for. It doesn’t lie on the other side of a circumstance, it lies in Jesus, who is mine now.