“See the beauty and the magic that surround you, no matter where you are.”
Welcome to the long duration of cold between Christmas trees and Easter eggs. It’s a stark season, winter, but there’s beauty here if you know where (and how) to look. Seeing seems easier with a camera in front of my face. If you’ve endured just about enough cabin fever, grab a coat, a friend, and a great filter. It’s time for an adventure.
“Your story is the one that could set us all ablaze.”
It’s impossible to separate our souls from our stories. God wrote out His plan for us long before we took our first breath, and the ensuing chapters unfold to shape and develop the fullness of who we are meant to become. This month we’ve seen the need to be gentle with the narrative of our lives, busting at the seams over the hilarity and spilling our sorrow together. Let’s wrap this story feast up with a divine dessert of sorts: sharing our lives well for the glory of God.
You can’t read through many of the psalms (three, to be exact) without encountering an odd little Hebrew term that might catch you off-guard: selah. Growing up in church, I was taught it meant to stop and ponder, but the Sunday School teacher was brief in her description and didn’t really appreciate my incessant questions.*
Can you hear it? My heart breaking? The outcry against this sucker punch to the soul?
After being cast out of Eden due to our own rebel rhythm, we were plunged feet-first into brokenness. It taints everything, and it’s impossible to escape life unscathed. We’ve all been wounded. We all wound.
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Take a minute to breathe.
I loathe those commercials, cheesy as they may be. I don’t mind the cheese. I mind the urgent feeling they create, the one that makes me feel a bit strangled if I don’t jump on board and do exactly what they’re telling me to do exactly when they’re telling me to do it. The whole thing is just too much for me.
Have you ever laughed so hard you snorted milk out of your nose? Or peed a little?
You know the laugh I’m talking about. Not the pretty one that’s totally acceptable for social interactions. The belly laugh you have zero control over. The one people join in laughing at because it’s so funny. The unique one that gives a glimpse of who you really are, deep down to your toes.