And now more poetry/a meditation with random pictures… this time just bad, disjointed, self-written… Prepare yourself.
Another year past.
Did I doubt Your grace?
How could I when you would not let me grieve,
drowning in the contradictions of your
How I wish I could cry without laughing,
curse you, without clinging to you,
run without finding you my destination.
I ache to fall to pieces
and, I think, to be forsaken.
And again You bind these fragments
and reiterate them to Yourself.
I did not doubt it.
I did not want it.
Jesus loves me
this I know
for His song,
showed me so.
I have been weak.
He has been here.
-me, Imperfect thoughts on Thanksgiving 2016
If you did not receive a family Christmas letter this year, it was not because we didn’t wish to send one. It was because none of the drafts ever saw the light of day.
If you are part of my and/or our family’s life, thank you. It’s cliche and probably true every year, but 2016 was intense…in all the ways that hurt, but also in God’s grace. Which also hurt, but was beautiful and good and continues to open up the world and our hearts and makes every moment greater… Every breath more Life than we imagined. Life foreign to ourselves. This Life that knocks you on your knees and makes your eyes water and everything okay. Beyond understanding.
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow. Praise God that you are a blessing in our lives.
Happy New Year.