Permission to Hope
We buried our sweet cat in the back yard today. Each of us thanked God for how he loved us through some rough times this year. Watching your kids grieve is truly difficult. It's an ache multiplied. As I sit here and think back over the year, I realize how hard it's been and equally how lovely. God has grown us all. The thing is that when you get wounded or things don't go how you would like them to, you are afraid to trust and dream. I keep hearing this phrase in my head.
You have permission to hope.
By definition, you have authority, authorization, sanction, approval, blessing to hope. There's beauty in all of this. Through grief and hurt, God will come and meet with us. You can plan for good things in the year ahead with out fear. You can trust Jesus with the secret things you yearn for. Mark tonight a sacred new beginning. Start asking what you would like to do and give in the year ahead. May you find balance in your work, play, prayer, and rest. Enjoy those around you. One of my favorite Christmas cards read, "The true ornaments of a home are those who frequent it." Love people in 2017.
I love doing Jennie Allen's Dream Guide. It asks several simple questions in different areas of life. It's a great visionary and retrospective tool to give clarity and focus. You can download it from her blog.
You are always welcome to the table. Holy things can happen when friends and family gather around the table for a meal.
I love y'all. Thank you so much. You have helped us build and pay for all of our dreams of loving others. Don't resist giving to those around you because of fear. Of course some people will take advantage of your generosity. Love them anyway. That's the beauty of the gospel.
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My fans in Haiti. 😍 You know. God is gracious to me. I ran around in my life without direction or hope for many years. The sweet, rhythmic grace of the Holy Spirit flooded in healing and ebbed out pain. I find this pattern never stops. When I am hurting, joy floods in. Last night, as I was washing off the dust of the day, a message pops up. I had the honor of sending 50 prints to some women at a conference in Haiti. A few of them sent me a message. Bèl Louanj Ant Sè. Worshipping in Beautiful Sisterhood. Tears of joy. #joy #haiti #haitian #thankyou #dancing #Jesus #gospel #gracious #redeem #restore #creole #iloveyou #beautiful #beautyfound #beauty #portauprince #teemhaiti