- Y’all life is messy.
- And it is beautiful
- This is not news I know.
- But somehow I have to keep wrestling with it.
- I have to keep coming back to the truth of it.
- Because I tend to only see the forest OR the trees.
- I have a hard time remembering that they are parts of the same.
- They are part of each other.
- So the truth is this.
- My life.
- It is picturesque and a complete disaster.
- It is wide and varied. It is mundane and daily.
- It is scattered and it is rooted.
- It is both and all of the above.
- But it is not stagnant.
- It is a river that runs.
- Rushing, meandering, straight ahead and around the bend.
- Always moving.
- Water against stone, refining my heart and soul if I let it.
- If I am open the mercy and grace that is offered.
- If I can participate in my own soul- transformation by receiving this constant erosion of my false self through grace extravagant, through raw tender honesty.
- If I can let go of who I am in in exchange for who I am becoming.
- Letting down walls.
- Stepping out into the light.
- Leaving the safety of my plans and preferences.
- For the adventure of following Christ.
- Walking as he walked.
- Loving as he loved.
- Serving as he served.
- Giving away buckets and buckets of grace and mercy extravagant.
- Only then can I see the forest and the trees.
- Only then do I remember that it is all beautimess.
- J
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