I don’t deserve you.
It’s been over a month since I blogged. But now I’m dusting off the old keyboard to talk to you.
I told a friend the other day that I feel like my life is just now clicking into place. At thirty-one years old.
The only explanation for this is Christ and His dedication to pursuing me.
I don’t know where or how to start telling you. It will probably be in broken bits of blog posts. But I want to, because I want to sweep you and in include you in all that He gives.
Today I will just say this: For giving me this sweet work of raising Bera that I hold onto so tightly that the juice runs through my fingers, down my arms… I’ll never forget Your faithfulness. Please. Don’t let me forget.
I’ve caught myself wanting what the Other People have. I can’t seek a bigger ministry if I am not serving my family, my neighbors, the “least of these” in this world. I can’t write books if I am not laying myself down in the littlest of things.
I seek influence, a platform, book launch parties with taco trucks and DJs…but that is- CAN NEVER BE- the goal. When I’m done here and washing the Earth Dust off for good He will not ask me how big my platform was. He will only ask, I imagine, how did I die every damn day for my family, my friends, my neighbors, fellow saints, orphans, elderly, helpless and poor?
This is not easy, but this is good.