In 8 days, I turn 27. I have no fixed address, no "career", no children, lots of debt and a somewhat heavy sense that I should have it more 'together' by now.
But my life would not have even been possible in other centuries, other cultures, so despite the mild discomforts, I rejoice in the sacrifices of others that have led me here. For all it's strange disconnectedness, skating aimlessness and burden of potentiality, it is a blessed, blessed life, graciously kissed by love. It's a gift, fashioned for me and given to me by the hands of others.
I am sheltered, fed, warmed and embraced by immortal beings who've opened their lives to me, so I also have a comforting sense that the Lord goes before me, walks beside me, and pushes from behind me. He will never forsake or abandon me. He knows my future, my present and my past, and is weaving it all together in the tapestry of His glory.
Thank you for the love Jesus. Thank you for caring when you totally don't have to.
Thank you for the love Father. Thank you for guiding and watching over me, even when I sleep.
Thank you for the love Holy Spirit. Thank you for shaping and transforming me, from stunted garden weed toward fruitful, handsome wheat.
"Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them was written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written."
But my life would not have even been possible in other centuries, other cultures, so despite the mild discomforts, I rejoice in the sacrifices of others that have led me here. For all it's strange disconnectedness, skating aimlessness and burden of potentiality, it is a blessed, blessed life, graciously kissed by love. It's a gift, fashioned for me and given to me by the hands of others.
I am sheltered, fed, warmed and embraced by immortal beings who've opened their lives to me, so I also have a comforting sense that the Lord goes before me, walks beside me, and pushes from behind me. He will never forsake or abandon me. He knows my future, my present and my past, and is weaving it all together in the tapestry of His glory.
But this morning, all my brain would say is, "yeah, you're homeless, careerless, family less; just as it should be.
You're just a fat fuck who looks like Chastity Bono, wastes time like a stoner and deserves nothing better."
Thank you for the love Jesus. Thank you for caring when you totally don't have to.
Thank you for the love Father. Thank you for guiding and watching over me, even when I sleep.
Thank you for the love Holy Spirit. Thank you for shaping and transforming me, from stunted garden weed toward fruitful, handsome wheat.
"Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them was written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written."
I had to google Chastity Bono - and you look NOTHING like him/her. Don't even think that please!
ReplyDeleteIt's always hard to reconcile where you thought you'd be, when you were imagining your life at 16 to what it's like now.
Thank goodness it's all about God! Love you,
Han