This is me.
Determined, even when it’s not looking so hot.
Determined to remain afloat.
This might have been the last day in my entire life that I ever wore pink, or bangs for that matter.
I love gherkins, but hate black olives. I choose beauty over utility. When I say I’m listening to Sigur Ros, I’m really listening to Drake. One day, I will have a dog and name him Jean Valjean from Les Miserables, which I still sort of mumble through saying. I always mix up Ice-T, Mr. T, and Meatloaf. To me, they are the same person. I feel an overwhelming sense of joy when I finish another Moleskin, kind of like I did when I finished my first chapter book.
I have been called.
Jesus has saved me for His purpose. He is awakening my future. He peels back the dead and rotting bark so that new buds can be nourished by Him and thrive. Buds of joy, peace, and hope. Buds of creativity and security. Most importantly, the bud of my inheritance and my adoption as His daughter.
The cords of my past feel strong, but His cords of love for me are all consuming. They alone awaken me to hope.
“Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of Your universe. Delight me to see how Your Christ plays in ten thousand places, lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His, to the Father through the features of men’s faces. Each day enrapture me with Your marvelous things without number. I do not ask to see the reason for it all; I ask only to share the wonder of it all.”
-Joshua Abraham Heschel