Grace and Peace

The words stared back at me from the screen:

Rejoicing in the journey,

The curser blinked at me after the comma. It had been my sign off since early college. How long had it been now? Thirteen years? Fourteen?

“It’s time for a change.” Spirit whispered and I knew exactly what that change should be. I erased the familiar words and typed new ones:

Grace and peace,

The curser blinked again from after the comma, but I didn’t watch it for long before typing Bethany on the next line.

Grace and peace. That’s what I need.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that these words would be the next step in my journey to freedom. I knew that they would characterize this next season of my life in ways I couldn’t even understand yet.

I thought about all the echoes of these words throughout the letters of the New Testament.

Romans 1:7 To all those in Rome who are loved by God and called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Corinthians 1:3 Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Galatians 1:3 Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ,

Titus 1:4 To Titus, my true child in a common faith: Grace and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Savior.

1 Peter 1:1-2 Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ,To those who are elect exiles of the Dispersion in Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia, according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, in the sanctification of the Spirit, for obedience to Jesus Christ and for sprinkling with his blood: May grace and peace be multiplied to you.

2 Peter 1:2 May grace and peace be multiplied to you in the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.

And it dawned on me…These are not just casual salutations. These words carry power and life. They tell us something about the path to freedom.

You see friends, once I’ve named my chains, once I’ve realized that I’m not free, I think the next step is that I need grace and peace. I need to extend grace and peace towards myself, towards those who have hurt me, towards all those I am in relationship with. And I need to receive the grace and peace that the Spirit of God offers me.

And in ever increasing measures – “May grace and peace be multiplied to you.”

These are rich words friends.

This word for grace is Charis and it carries so much meaning. This is not just the Sunday school definition of grace as “getting what we don’t deserve.” This is more than that.

In most church settings I’ve been in mercy and grace have been defined together and usually using only one metaphor. A judge is setting a verdict over a convicted criminal who deserves death. The judge rules that the judgement has already been paid, the criminal doesn’t need to pay the penalty of death, and then offers the criminal gifts. Mercy is not getting what is deserved, not having to die. Grace is getting what’s not deserved, the gifts given by the judge. This is a fine metaphor, but it’s narrow. And this word charis, this word grace, carries so many more metaphors within it.

Charis means “that which affords joy, pleasure, delight”. It can also mean “favour, goodwill, loving-kindness”.

So friends, may charis be yours in abundance. May the pleasure of God, the delight of God, the great joy of God, the favour of God, the grace of God be yours. And mine. Grace to you. Charis to you. Charis to me.

And the word used for peace in these passages, Eirēnē, it’s so rich too. This word carries this idea of harmony, concord, unity, oneness. It can mean “exemption from the rage and havoc of war”. Exemption from the wounds of war. Friends, the war is over. Let’s give each other exemption from the rage and havoc of war. Let’s call off the wars between us. And the internal wars that wage within us. Peace.

Eirēnē also carries this idea of safety, security, and salvation. Friends, let’s give each other safety. Let’s be safe, secure places for one another. Let’s extend peace. Because, of our own salvation, because of the safety and security that God extends to us through Jesus.

When I looked up this word eirēnē I read these words:

…of Christianity, the tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and content with its earthly lot, of whatsoever sort that is

Oh friends, that’s the kind of peace I want. Fearing nothing. Content. Peace that says God is enough for me. God is enough for you. God is enough. There is peace.

I don’t know yet what this will look like, or what it will ask of me, but I want to live into these words. Grace and peace.

I want grace and peace to be multiplied in my life. I want more grace and more peace. The grace and peace that comes from knowing that I am loved by the father, his favor and pleasure and delight rest on me. And the grace and peace that comes from knowing that you are loved by the father, his favor and pleasure and delight rest on you. God offers me grace. He offers you grace. And because of his great grace we can have peace between us.

Because of his grace we can surrender to one another, we can be vulnerable with one another. Because of his grace we are siblings of one family, we are co-heirs. We are not slaves to one another, we are sons and daughters of God together. I have been offered grace and peace from God. And you have been offered grace and peace from God.

Friends, all those who read these words, who walk this journey with me, grace and peace to you from God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ.

Grace and peace,

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Naming Chains

As I enter into this Year of Jubilee journey, this season of getting free, I’m finding there is only one real starting place: Open Honesty.

The first step to getting free must be to name my chains. To recognize the things and people I have allowed to become lords over me.

If we don’t realize we are slaves it’s impossible to get free.

And here’s the truth, we all have them. We all have chains, we all have little lords.

From nearly the beginning, humanity decided God was not enough and we continue to do it every day. I decide God is not enough. I give things and people positions of power and importance over me. I don’t recognize it, but I am constantly setting up my own little gods, my own lords. I am enslaved, and I do it to myself.

Rather than be a slave to God, I become a slave to comparison, to fear, to my desires, to hurt, etc. I say I need this person’s approval, I need this person’s love, I need this position of importance, I need this job, I need this house, I need this comfort level, I need to be seen this way, I need to have these friends, I need, I need, I need. I forget to rest in trust, and I become a slave to my little gods.

Friends, it is not comfortable to recognize the things which hold us captive. It’s even more uncomfortable to name them and confess them.

I would rather move on to the upside of freedom. I want to just ignore the chains and pretend I’m already free. But, God keeps taking me back over old ground and pointing things out. “There. There’s a chain. There’s an idol. There’s something you are saying  you need more than me. There’s something you are slave to.”

There is a paradox here, friends. In Christ we are already free, yet God is still working out our salvation and breaking the chains that hold us one by one (sometimes over and over again, because like Israel we return to our idols, not once, but many times).

I look at my chains and face two temptations. The first is to try to brake out of these chains on my own. In my own strength. I can attempt to pull myself up from my boot straps. I can say well, I’m just not going to let that control me anymore. I’m going to give that up. I’m not going to care what others think. I’m not going to compare myself anymore. I’m not going to let that person determine my self worth. I’m going to do a, b and c and not do x, y and z.

I don’t know about you, but whenever I’ve tried tactics like that it usually backfires. I usually end up caring even more, comparing even more, letting that person have even more say over me, or whatever the particular scenario is. We can not break our chains ourselves. We can not get free ourselves. This path of trying to do it ourselves, it doesn’t lead to freedom, it leads to more chains.

The second is to wallow. I can choose to sit in my wretchedness, in my slavery, feeling sorry for myself. I can look at my chains and feel the weight of them and bemoan the unbreakable nature of them. “I can say this is just who I am, I can’t do anything about it. I’ve tried. Or I’ve watched others try. It’s pointless. Hopeless.”

That path doesn’t lead to freedom either.

Isn’t this what Paul talked about in Roman’s.

I realize that I don’t have what it takes. I can will it, but I can’t do it. I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don’t result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time.
It happens so regularly that it’s predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God’s commands, but it’s pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.
I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn’t that the real question?
The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different. – Romans 7 MSG

Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! There is another way.

His burden is light and his yoke is easy. We name our chains, and hand them over to Jesus.

Friends, freedom doesn’t just happen. It does require effort, it does require something from us, but it is not the exertion of self-saving. We have work to engage in, friends, but it is the work of surrender. We have to be able to name the chains, and then, I think, we have to be able to confess them. To openly admit, “This, right here, this pulls at me. This controls me. This makes me act a certain way. This distracts me from the Center, from the Core, from seeking first God.”

We name our chains, and hand them over to Jesus. We let the Spirit free us. We REST. We trust that the Spirit will free us. We don’t strive, but we do respond. When the Spirit says move, we move. When the Spirit says we are loved, we receive that love.

Our job is simply to say to God, “Here’s this chain I’m wearing. I see it. I name it. I surrender it over to you. I submit.”

We let the Spirit of grace do the work in us.

That does not mean we just sit on our hands. It means we sit with the Spirit. We listen. We respond. We act upon what the Spirit prompts. We sit with love and grace and allow it to sink so deeply into our skin that freedom becomes the very breath we breath. We become as the little seed, planted in rich soil. We rest. We trust. We surrender. And we let God produce the fruit in us.

But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely. – Galatians 5 MSG

Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives.
I have been crucified in relation to the world, set free from the stifling atmosphere of pleasing others and fitting into the little patterns that they dictate. Can’t you see the central issue in all this? It is not what you and I do—submit to circumcision, reject circumcision. It is what God is doing, and he is creating something totally new, a free life! All who walk by this standard are the true Israel of God—his chosen people. Peace and mercy on them!
…May what our Master Jesus Christ gives freely be deeply and personally yours, my friends. Oh, yes! – Galatians 6 MSG

Oh, what a prayer!

May what our Master Jesus Christ gives freely be deeply and personally yours, my friends.

Oh, yes. Lord, you are my Master, and through Jesus Christ you have brought freedom and victory and life, to all people. I am free in Christ. And yet, I still wear the chains of old slavery. I don’t want to wear them anymore. You offer free gifts to your children, you name us heirs, sons and daughters, dearly loved. You give us a place at the table. Lord, would you, by the power of your Spirit, break the chains that keep me from accepting the gifts you freely offer. I want the life of the Spirit. Crucify the life of slavery in me, that I might live freely unto you. In the powerful and free name of Jesus. Amen.

Rejoicing in the journey,

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Rest, Trust, And Freedom

My son chatted at me from the back seat of the car, but my mind wasn’t with him. I was reliving old wounds. I was repeating old accounts. I was telling myself the story of my life, or of certain significant moments in my life.

Weeks ago I had spent a drive doing much the same on the way to a yoga class, only to have the teacher speak this truth to the class once I got there:

We tell ourselves the same stories over and over because there’s still something there for us. Something we haven’t learned yet, or reckoned with. Something we still need to see.

Lately, I’ve been retelling a lot of old stories. Going over old ground. And it’s not always pretty. It’s often ground that is overrun with weeds and pot holes, dry ground that has long since been ignored. And the truth is I’d rather ignore it. I’d rather move on to a new place, a new story, a new path, new land. But, that’s not where God’s leading me.

Two weeks ago I was driving my daughter to a neurology appointment and praying over some heavy decisions with my husband’s cancer treatment and it was one of those rare moments where God reached down in the middle of my prayers and gave me a gift, a word: “Pray for a Year of Jubilee.”

I sent out a prayer email that night asking for our family and friends to join us in praying for a Year of Jubilee, a year of rest, restoration, and joy. But, there was this vagueness to the whole thing, I don’t think I fully realized what that word or prayer meant. I thought it was a prayer just for my husband’s cancer, for a season of rest, without treatment and without tumor growth, what I’ve come to realize in the past two weeks is that it was really a word for me.

We don’t have any historical evidence that the Israelites ever practiced a Year of Jubilee, but we know what it was to entail, and what it was suppose to look like. Every seven years there was to be a sabbath year when the land would rest, when they were asked not to work the land. That is a serious act of trust for a farmer! I can only imagine. But, every seventh sabbath year there was to be a Year of Jubilee. During this year they were required to give back the land that wasn’t for them, take the land that was for them, cancel all debts, set slaves completely free, and on top of that not work the land at all. This was a year of rest, but it was also a year of deep trust.

It was a year of saying publicly as a community, “God is enough.”

During this time they were suppose to act upon a belief that they didn’t need more than what God had originally given them, they didn’t need to horde, and a belief that what he gave was good and right. Those who had taken more than their share were to return to a posture of trust in God. Those who had given up land that should be theirs were suppose to claim it again in God’s name. Those who had become slaves were to go free. Those who had taken slaves were to trust God and set their slaves free. All were required to rest and surrender and trust God to provide rather than work for their own provision or position.

It was a year of saying, “I am free and so are you. I am a child of God, a citizen of his kingdom, and so are you. I have a place, a home, and so do you.” Oh friends, isn’t that like a year of Namaste? I year of saying, “The light in me recognizes the light in you.” I am not lord over you and I am also not slave under you. We are the same. We are free.

I am going over old ground, because there’s something for me there.

I’m being invited to ask God to show me what land is mine. What land have I claimed that isn’t mine, that I need to give back? What land is mine that I’ve given up and I need to claim again?

I’m being invited to ask God to show me who and what I am slave to and what it will take to get free. Who and what am I holding captive, taking into slavery, that I need to let go of and set free myself?

I’m being invited to ask God to show me where I am striving for my own provision. Where do I need to just rest, surrender, and let God do the work?

I’m being invited to ask God to show me who I am not viewing as the same, as an equal child of God. Who am I giving too much significance to, and who am I giving too little significance to? Am I giving myself too little significance or too much?

Show me. Show me. Show me.

And so he takes me to old ground.

Go over this again. Tell this story again. Look at this wound again. Dig up these weeds again. Because we’re mapping out your land. We’re mapping out your heart. We’re letting go of what’s not yours and taking claim to what is.

The Year of Jubilee is a year of rest from work, from striving, but it is also a year of deep work, of hard spaces. Because, friends, rest isn’t easy. We can not rest if we do not trust. In order to really rest we must surrender, we must trust, we must open our hands, we must put ourselves in a vulnerable position.

Right now we have decided to take a break from treatments for my husband’s cancer. His cancer has been stable since his last treatment and we are hopeful that this last trial drug we did will continue to work in his system for a while. But, we don’t know how long. We will act when things start to grow again, but for now we will just live with cancer. We will live our lives and do the normal day to day despite the tumors all throughout his body. We will trust that God knows how long of a season of rest we need, and that God will hold these tumors at bay for as long as this season of rest needs to last.

We will trust. We will hope. We will rest.

And I will do the work to get free, to take the land that is mine, and give up what is not for me.

Rejoicing in the journey,

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Seek First God

I have been sitting with a question this week that has been serving as a mirror to my heart.

“Are you going to build your little kingdom, or are you going to build My kingdom?”

At first glance it feels like an easy question to answer, “Your’s Lord, of course. I’m not trying to build a kingdom.”

But, then the Spirit begins to dig deeper.

“Do you have a specific place in mind for yourself, or can you be content with the place I have for you?”

“Um, well…” I duck my head and look over my shoulder.

“Do you value certain places and positions more than others? Do you value certain people more than others? Do you want certain people to like you, to comment on and like the things you share? Do you want to work with certain people and not others? Do you want to be part of certain communities and not others?”

“Well, of course, we all have some people that we connect with easily, that resonate with us, that we want to have in our community more than others.” I can feel the excuse in it even as I make the argument.

“But, will you receive each person I bring your way with the same love, and grace, and openness? Will  you seek to build a following for yourself, a platform, a voice, among certain people, OR will you seek me and let me bring whoever I desire into your community, your circles, both in daily life and online? Can you find your value and place in me, not in who likes you or who doesn’t? Will you let me lead completely and utterly, or will you grasp at control even while saying you surrender?”

Oh. Poop. Seriously, that’s the best word for it. Hello mirror. There it is, all the poop and junk in my heart.

Friends, I want to be significant. I want my voice to have weight. I want a following and an audience. I want to feel valuable and important. And when I’m honest, I want a particular audience. I want to be seen as valuable and important to particular people and particular types of people.

When I don’t feel valuable and important to particular people, or groups of people, I internalize and generalize that feeling. I begin to think I am not valuable at all, no matter how many loving people tell me otherwise.

I do the same with place. I want a particular place and position within a community and when I don’t have it I begin to internalize and generalize. I begin to say I am worthless, without value, have nothing to give, am not needed. Ugh! See, poop. There it is.

Oh, but God… God pours out love.

I keep coming back to this quote from Spurgeon that Amy Scott recently shared on Instagram:

“Remember this, had any other condition been better for you than the one in which you are, Divine Love would have put you there.”

Oh, friends, what truth! You are where you are because of Divine Love. God’s sovereignty has placed  you exactly where you need to be and his sovereignty is driven by love. It is motivated by love. It is love to you.

Me being where I am, just where I am right now, is God’s divine love to me.

He is weeding my heart, so gently and carefully. Asking these questions, stirring up my heart’s soil with the answers. And always he ends with a gentle command:

“Follow me.”

I think that’s the key, friends. Following.

I can strive and push to build my own little kingdom, or a can follow Jesus. I can listen to the prompting of the spirit that says, “Don’t look at Instagram today.” Or I can ignore it. I can respond to the voice that says, “You need to go be with these woman today, even though you would rather go to yoga.” I can find peace in the prompting that says, “I know you’d like to be over there, but this is where I have you, this is the community I’ve placed you in today.” Or I can argue and wrestle and fight and ignore it.

So often I have doubted my ability to hear God’s prompting and follow His Spirit, but I’m beginning to think I made (make) it harder than it should be.

It’s like inhaling. We don’t really exert effort to force air into our lungs, all we really do is open up (stop fighting) and allow the atmospheric pressure that is around us all the time to fill us (thanks Stephanie for this imagery!).

I think it’s a little like that. Following becomes hard when I over think things, when I clutch at my own desires and ideas and grasp for control. When I surrender, and openly ask for God’s leading, he is right there. Often the response is just “There’s freedom.” Sometimes the response is more precise. And the more I listen the easier it becomes to listen.

That’s what I’m trying to do right now. I’m asking a lot of questions in response to the questions God’s been asking me. I’m trying to respond, with a simple, open handed, “Where do you want me today? Where do you want me this moment?” Some days it’s hard, and there’s wrestling involved. Some days I fail. Other days there’s just peace.

Who knows maybe someday I’ll be that crazy lady who prays over the lost pencil and can’t do anything without seeking God over the most mundane and ridiculous aspects of life. Maybe. I’d like to think that I’m a little more down to earth than that. But, I’m also starting to think I’d rather be her, than go at it alone. I’d rather be sort of ridiculous and irrelevant, than build my own kingdom. I’d rather live in tune with the Spirit, even if that means a small, hidden, un-understood life.

Lord, take me where you will, use me as you will. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, in my heart as it is in all reality. In Jesus name.

(I made two meditation videos this week both centered on the themes in this post. You can see them here.)

Rejoicing in the journey,


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Sun Salutations and Self Doubt

“The older I get, the less impressed I become with originality. These days, I’m far more moved by authenticity. If your work is authentic enough, believe me – it will feel original.” Elizabeth Gilbert (Thank you Mandy Reid for sharing this quote on IG this week)

Friends, today I’m sharing a very similar practice to one my beautiful friend Morgan shared a few weeks ago about doing Sun Salutations to the Lord’s Prayer.

And I’m facing all kinds of fear about sharing it. My first thoughts as I share this are thoughts of comparison. The quality of my video and the sound are not nearly as good as Morgan’s video. I’m too giddy and awake and awkward, and on and on. The angle of the video is weird. My posture isn’t great and I’m tucking my pelvis. And what was I thinking doing something that a friend did so recently. Lot’s of people do sun salutations to the Lord’s Prayer, it’s not original at all, and it’s just recently been done within my own extended community. Why would anyone want to do my silly video?

And then another voice rises above the noise, “Just do you. Just share where you are. And this is where you are.”

This is where I am friends. When I filmed this video there was so much freedom and space in my heart. I jumped out of bed eager and excited, because for once I truly believed that what I had to offer mattered, even if it was totally unoriginal, even if only one person ever saw it, even if no one liked it. Because for that moment I truly believed that God loved me, that I mattered to him, and mattered to his kingdom. I truly believed that my voice mattered.

Today, feels different.

Today I am in a different place, and fears and insecurities are rising up in conflict to that still center of grounded truth. So, today I make a choice to believe, not out of an outpouring of feeling, but from a conscious decision of faith. Today I chose to do my own video, to listen to my own voice, to trust that I am truly beloved and as such I have a place and purpose.

And to go a step beyond that…

To trust that it is not my responsibility to fabricate, create, or build my place or my purpose.

All this insecurity and fear come from a lack of trust. I want to secure approval. I want to secure my place. I want to ensure that my voice has weight, that my place is a particular place. I want to control my path and contrive a purpose for myself. That is not freedom!

It is the work of the Spirit to determine my place and purpose. It is my job to trust, to follow, to obey. One step at a time. And if all those steps led to hurt, and pain, and a dead end? Then trust again.

My work is to become so deeply engrossed in God that I become ever more forgetful of self.

I have been reading Freedom of Simplicity by Richard Foster and came across this beautiful section today which struck me right where I am:

“Our attention becomes more and more drawn to the divine Center. “It begins to consider God more often than it considers self, and insensibly it tends to forget self in order to become more concerned with God with a love devoid of self-interest.” … Do you know the wonderful new freedom this simplicity brings? No longer is there the stifling preoccupation with ourselves. Now there are new liberating graces to care deeply for the needs of others. And most wonderfully of all, we can lay down the crushing burden of the opinions of others. Fénelon witnessed, “With purity of heart, we are no longer troubled by what others think of us, except that in charity we avoid scandalizing them.” We do not have to be liked. We do not have to succeed. We can enjoy obscurity as easily as fame.
We have also a curious liberty to speak about ourselves, not excessively but naturally. I say “curious” because most people assume that those who are truly unself-conscious would never talk about themselves. That approach belongs to an earlier period in which, out of false modesty, we try to quell any rise of pride… it is a strained humility and contrary to simplicity. In time, however, we begin to relax, and are enabled to speak of ourselves with the same candor as we do of others. “Simplicity consists of not having any wrong shame, or false modesty,” writes Fénelon.
…Throughout history there have been various traditions which, in one form or another, have advised verbal debasement of ourselves in order to gain mastery over reigning pride. We can remember this tendency in some of the ascetic practices of the Middle Ages, but it is also in evidence today in what I have sometimes called “worm theology.” “Without God I am nothing, I am no good, I am a worm!” Whatever merit such statements have theologically, I honestly doubt that they have much value in increasing selflessness. Fénelon is, I think, far wiser when he says simply, “Self-love prefers injury to oblivion and silence.”

Friends, I am so far from simplicity. I am so far from the holy centeredness of one desire. I live continually in a duel-minded state of “wrong shame” and “false modesty.” I feel shame and hide. I shrink back and diminish. I am seeped in the kind of false modesty that constantly apologizes and defers. I minimize my contributions. I minimize my voice. I soften my language. I minimize myself, my gifting, and my place in the kingdom.

I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to live out of simplicity of heart, singleness of purpose, centered in the divine Love of God. I want to live out the freedom and power that comes from that kind of centering.

But, oh, this is a long journey. A continual spiral. Thankfully Foster ends this section of his book with encouraging words of hope for my heart.

“But it is not a spiritual roller coaster either, because through all the motion there is a sense of progress and growth. The feeling of intermittent communion begins to give way to more sustained fellowship… Slowly and certainly, howbeit with many reversals, knowing God moves from obligation to delight. Although many times we do not pay attention to the holy Whisper, increasingly we do… As much as we may flirt with double-minded living, our real love is singleness of purpose and increasingly it is capturing our heart.”

Lord, you are capturing my heart in new ways, deeper ways. My desire is to be centered in your presence. That you would be the still center of the spinning wheel that is my life. And that more and more you would hide me away with you in that center, even as I move about through my activity. So, that all my activity, my creations, my decisions, my conversations, would begin to stem from a place of grounded centeredness with you. I desire for my life to be so ordered that as things come my way I can accept them with trust, without shrinking back, without minimizing. And that as things go, I could accept their departing with equal grace of purpose and trust in your love. May I grow to trust that what is for me, will come by your hand, and what is not for me, will be kept at bay by your hand, all in the goodness of your sovereign love. May my focus become less on myself and more on You so that I can move freely into the places and purposes you have for me, trusting that all of them are good, for you are good. In Jesus name, Amen.

Friends, I want to go back to the space of freedom that I experienced as I made this video, but all I can do for now is pray, open my hands, take a deep breath, and keep taking steps forward in trust.

Rejoicing in the journey,

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