AND has become an important conjunction to me. It’s a necessary component to experiencing and expressing emotion. It’s a vital element of overcoming perfectionism. It helps you hold two true things or competing present realities and decide which one to focus on . . .
Thirty-one was really something. This age – though fleeting as autumn leaves in flight – has required so much of me . . . discomfort and changes and relinquishing of my will. I have needed to become a whole entire human. Within the past ten years, and this one in particular, God has been gently and firmly tempering me. I have experienced the intentional hand of an artist pressed against spinning clay {Jeremiah 18}.
The summer was perhaps the most stressful season I’ve lived through in the ten years since my momma died . . . the bookends of which have had their own respective brands of discouragement and contending. My faith has been tested and my endurance has grown. I have had episodes of anger, frustration, and grief; and I have been super stoked and excited and relieved . . . emotional.
And.
He has literally been leading me beside still waters.
What I have come to appreciate lately is the peace at the lake that eludes the ocean. Its timely discovery is restoring my soul.
Thirty-one has been a messy and unglamorous collection of moments. I am trying and {by the grace of God} achieving new things. God is enlarging my heart; making me aware of how easily and often I’ve allowed myself to be stunted by intimidation. He is filling me up where I have been empty.
And.
It doesn’t always feel the way you’d think it would. I have not always been having a good time.
And I am so incredibly blessed by the shape I am taking.
I’M FIGURING OUT YOU DON’T ALWAYS HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT.
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take heart,
R.
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