It’s late. I’m tired. I should be in bed. Story of my life—am I right?
I was thinking about pain. It’s terrible. It isn’t jolly. It has nothing to do with Christmas. It full on robs us of joy and yet here we sit. Some of us have NO choice. Some of us could chose, but we have better ideas.
Lately my prayer has been this: prain—the silent prayer of pain, strain, prayer, & praise. I think life is meant to be laced with the good and the bad. We have two options always. We have to choose, and the choice is complicated.
Here is the thing though, we won’t be branded forever. We won’t be marked eternally by the way we voted, the University we attended, the school we dodged, or the meal we skipped.
In God’s eyes, we are not just numbers on a scale; we are so much more than a vote, or a trend or, an idea. We are the crown of creation. We have good news tucked into every nook and cranny of our soul and that irritates some as I write this, but no matter…because I know the weight of glory. I have seen and experienced grief that has gutted my soul. I have felt cynical and unkind. I have felt weak and strong. I have wondered why the story makes any sense. I just keep coming back to one line, in one song—“the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.” So my prayer is simple, allow yourself to be met. Throw off your ideas, your traditions, your rituals, and just let your soul breath.
Let your heart be filled with wonder once again, and remember that you are precious—created, cherished, and adored. You are the gilded pages of a greater story!
I’ve seen so much brokenness and loss this year that I have every reason to hide away, to declare this story is broken, it’s never going to be good. Here is the thing though—I have seen beauty from ashes. I have seen glory claw its way out of the grit. So, I know that the song over 2017 is not just a battle cry, but a jubilee.
Let peace reign heavy in your heart, because the story isn’t over, and the best part creeps in just as we feel sleepy.