If we are present and quickened to it, we may
just be surprised by joy.
Surprised by the ways and places we find joy and the ways it makes its way into the deep caverns of our souls that are carved out by the pain of loss.
I get why people ask God for a sign, for him to make it clear. Sometimes you just don’t know and it makes you crazy.
I sent an email today and said yes to something that I’m not entirely sure how it’s going to work out.
That’s kind of the theme in our lives these days; not entirely sure how things will work out. If we’re being honest, we don't have a clue how they’ll work out.
We are beckoned to bring the very things to the cross that we hold so dearly.
To nail into the wood that which we clench firmly to with our grubby little hands, insisting on its necessity.
Asking us offer up the very things that we cannot imagine living without to find a love and hope that we in fact cannot live without.