it takes strength

it takes strength

It takes something extraordinary to let go of what you love and seek no substitutes.

When a fever still rages, we tend to choose the remedy over the redemption. But it’s as healthy as settling for bandages with a bullet in your chest. You don’t just need someone to stop the bleeding; you need a surgeon to get the metal out. You need to stop struggling. You need to scab and scar and heal. You need to let someone else take over and trust them, trust Him, to provide.

first

first

I can’t keep procrastinating on trust. If I can’t trust Jesus with this unwanted, anticlimactic, homely, nubbly, little faith-tester of a circumstance (whatever it happens to be today), I won’t be ready to trust Him tomorrow with something more grandiose. Either I trust Him, or I don’t. Right here is where the rubber meets the road.

this new year

this new year

I don’t really know what Twenty-Twelve is going to look like. Sometimes that both thrills me and terrifies me a little. But now, in the dawning of this new year, these are the kinds of things things I want to choose. I can’t change circumstances, but I can choose to find beauty and to trust Him with the future. This is where I want my focus.

The End.

The End.