My friend, Arabah Joy is starting a new weekly link up in a space she and five of her friends have dubbed, #The Loft. I am excited to be a part of their inaugural link up, and invite you to come along and join the community. It’s a great place to connect.
This week’s prompt: I am…
Life is busy and demands so much of us, doesn’t it? Our energy. Our focus. Our time. Our talents.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes in the midst of all the tasks and demands and items that need to be added to or checked off of lists, I feel swallowed up by the frenzy. I realize that I am losing fragments of myself throughout the day. I am broken. I am pieces of a whole. I am in need of a breath.
And so I take a detour from the harried, sometimes hurting, hurry of life. I pull up a comfortable, cushy chair and sit in the presence of God.
It is here that I am reminded that life is a gift.
It is here that I remember that life is not a competition, that it’s not about accomplishments or checklists or what I do.
It is here that I remember that life, this one, precious, fragile life that I have been given, is about I Am; the One who made me and the One who whispers my name in the storms as well as in the silences. And when I sit with Him, he reminds me who I am.
…unruly curls and a penetrating gaze.
…homemade pizza on a Friday night with my girls and my husband amidst a swirling chaos of giggles and constant chatter and untethered movement and joy-filled abandon.
…words and stories shared and private, sometimes shouted, sometimes whispered, sometimes spoken, sometimes written, always evolving.
…the likeness of God in the world.
…a New England girl drawn to the ocean for its rhythm and its vastness and its mesmerizing beauty.
…a daughter of the King.
…a broken piece of clay in the Potter’s hands.
…love, peace, joy, grace and forgiveness but also anger, envy, sadness, fear, bitterness.
…lists and expectations and To Dos and unexecuted plans and whimsy and spontaneity.
…a not-so-perfect wife who continues to pursue God and love her husband with as unconditional a love as Jesus loves her when she is able to get out of His way.
…a mama who strives to love her children well and guide them gently through the winding paths of growing up and who falls on her knees before His throne and seeks God’s grace when she has muddled mama moments with her humanness.
…a recovering perfectionist and enthusiastic idealist.
…Boston subways and the Public Garden, free concerts and Park Street Church, crowded streets and amazing food, deep-rooted friendships and edifying Small Group meetings, crazy adventures and midnight conversations, healing moments and angel statues.
…a God-sized dreamer who eagerly anticipates what God can and will do with the mustard seed faith she offers Him with open hands and an open heart.
…a homeschooling mama who is excited to follow her girls’ ideas, wonder, curiosity and giftedness and then blinks and wonders if she’s out of her mind.
…a Northern girl with a Southern soul who married an Alabama man and moved to the South and embraces all that means except the bugs, which are bigger here.
…a visual writer who sees scenes from her stories play out in her mind like a movie.
…a lover of the way a film tells a story without dialog.
…mistakes and missteps and consequences and wisdom and lessons learned and life lived without regret.
…loved just as I am and invited by the Creator to become who He created me to be.