He does not manage us, to-do list us, or bullet-point us. He loves us. Is with us. And believing him feels impossible, until we do, like a miracle, like lukewarm water turning merlot red right there in the cup. And hope sprouts new, because God doesn’t give us a list. He invites us into the story.
-Emily P. Freeman, A Million Little Ways
This one has felt unusual, like a comma connecting two different ideas. It doesn’t feel monumental nor extravagant. But it feels like a pause, a gearing up for another long stride.
It is my birthday. My personal New Year’s day.
This morning I sat cozily under my nap blanket with a piping hot mug fitting just right in my hands. I read the quote above by my favorite blogger. It grabbed me and pulled me in to listen closer.
I tend to look back over my life and compartmentalize seasons. I shove 2-3 years in a cubby, as those years threaten to come bursting out onto the floor. Labels hang above each square, generalizing its contents.
Its a system that fails me often, as pieces do not always stay in their proper place.
In a moment of silence this morning, with coffee as my witness. Thankfulness sprang out of my heart and washed over my head and down to my feet. Not the kind of washing that comes from emotional hormones or warm fuzzies, yet a washing that comes from the Spirit.
And in a brief moment all of my personal history was strung together in one note. In one sentence. And this here, this day, feels like one glorious small comma leaving room for what is yet to be written.
Oils blend, smearing into one another, causing art to appeal to the senses.
Last year I wondered and I desired for what was to come. All I knew was that change was coming. But this? Different job, pursuing another degree, and regaining old ground in a new way.
Yea, you can’t make this stuff up.
I hadn’t a clue. But He had laid the colors. He took his thumb rubbed it across the canvas and smeared the scene into place.
We live one continuous journey. All our stories worth telling.
What is He creating in your life? And are you willing to let Him blend the pieces together in His perfect way?