for so long i was checked out. i had on glasses that made my distorted perspective still seem real.

and that’s ok. i think there’s lots and lots of grace for that season. i am even willing to bet all my money that it had/has purpose, though i can’t yet tell you what it was.

i’m recommitted now: to being here, to giving my husband to this work and to partnering with him as i am able, to raising my children here and making it home, to living on a modest salary dependent on fund-raising, to seeking Him for all that we need to keep going, to keeping our lives and hearts open to the neighbors who sometimes walk in chaos, and to the many young people who will walk in an out amongst us seeking to serve or to heal or to learn.

this city dwelling. this boiler room work. this “being the church” gig. 

it’s pretty sweet. 

i just forgot for a while. 

thankfully, Papa is faithful to remind us of things we forget. He’s using our board of directors and the beautiful, prayer-drenched documents they’re drafting to put into words what God has called us to be and to do. He’s using a threatened financial crisis that forces us to re-evaluate. He’s using a gentle drawing of myself into His presence in 10 minute increments each day. He’s using the words of friends and the visions and prophecy of brothers and sisters. He’s even using a growing dream of house here that we believe will be our Home for the long haul, for the many children and the visiting pilgrims, and even transient students. Through all of these avenues, He’s correcting my heart posture.

i read this in anne lamott’s new book (definitely worth reading) a couple of weeks ago, and wrote it down in my journal:

for us to acknowledge that we have been set free from toxic dependency, from crippling obsession or guilt, that we have been graced with the ability  to finally forgive someone, is just plain astonishing. you can’t have gotten from where you were — gripped by anxiety, tiny with fear — to come through to freedom, for God’s sake. to have been so lost that you feel abducted, to feeling found, returned, and set back onto your feet: oh my God, thankyouthankyouthankyou. thank you. thanks.

i like this because it speaks to that most awesome sort of miracle: the rearranging of a human heart that doesn’t know how to help itself. and i feel that He’s doing one of these sorts of miracles in my heart right now, tender and tentative as it may yet be.

He’s doing it regarding our life work and where we call home. He’s doing it regarding my ability to rest in this motherhood role. and He’s doing it in my marriage.

that’s my testimony today.


3 thoughts on “recommit

  1. Amen to all of that. I love His pursuit of our hearts, over and over. It’s all He wants.

    And this is for you as you serve and love those around you – 2 Corinthians 1. 3-5. I don’t know you, only through your blog, so a bit odd sharing it but I felt a prompting…

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