“The dedicated life is the life worth living.

When you release expectations, you are free to enjoy things for what they are .”

Annie Dillard

Dear Readers,

I didn’t expect to be here today, other things, heavy things, hover over our family. It seems we have been tossed about by the harsher winds of life. The need to meet you here today was strong. And in the words of a precious little one, “It’s glad to be home.”  Can I tell you how good it feels to be back in this place with you? Sharing life, heartaches, pain, joy, and laughter. These are the things that weave together creating a life well lived. It’s good to be home. 

Today I’m joining the Five Minute Friday team, where we write five minutes on a one word prompt. 

Today’s word: EXPECT

***

It’s my Sweet Man’s last day of work, and so we enter a new season. Together we’ll learn a new rhythm. I’m three parts giddy and one part, “Oh my, what will this season look like?” What will God expect of us in this new season? What do we expect?

A new season brings new rhythms to learn, to dance. Some come easy, some, will be hard.

In the midst of it all we’ve been given hard things, heavy burdens to carry, provision, gifts in the wilderness. Together they have weaved a beautiful tapestry. We’ve watched the weaving, been given glimpses into Heaven from this side of life. Found mercy. Rested in His grace.

I hold the stories, the words close, for all we have lived the past few weeks, for the unholy hard places we will walk. The holy ground where He will meet us.

We will let go of expectations and find freedom in Him, freedom to just be. We will cling to one another. We will gather our people and love them well. We will laugh. We will cry. We will dance.

This, this is our one beautiful life and I want to live it well.

We will gather strength through Him and pray the words of Habakuk.

His brilliant splendor fills the heavens,
and the earth is filled with his praise.
His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise.
Rays of light flash from his hands,
where his awesome power is hidden.
Even though the fig trees have no blossoms,
and there are no grapes on the vines;
even though the olive crop fails,
and the fields lie empty and barren;
even though the flocks die in the fields,
and the cattle barns are empty,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord!
I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
The Sovereign Lord is my strength!
He makes me as surefooted as a deer,
able to tread upon the heights.
Habakuk 3: 3b,4,17-19 (NLT)
Gifts of Grace

PS: I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you my own daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. Sharing the realness of life. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.

You are welcomed here! Sign up here and receive new posts directly in your inbox. 

In case you missed these posts:

You can find a small sampling of my favorite podcasts here

May Bookshelf: What I Read In May

Three Questions I’m Asked and My Three Answers: Living With Chronic Illness