All the moments were hallowed whispers of something other — this crazy grace.
How did I not realize that?
“I don’t really want more time;
I just want enough time.
Time to breathe deep & time to see real & time to laugh long, time to give You glory & rest deep & sing joy…
I just want time to do my one life well.
Life at its fullest is this sensitive, detonating sphere —
and it can be carried only in the hands of the unhurried and reverential—
a bubble held in awe.”
Thank you — a thousand thank yous — for walking through this year with me, friends.
You are a gift and the graces all shimmer long.
Let’s name year together next week?
Wonder at the miracle of any of this…
All’s grace because of Christ alone,