This is the last post of a 31 day journey. See the rest of abide: love where you live right here.
I’ve spent a day filled with fellowship and life and it feels sweet and warm and just right to end it here with you.
When I first entertained the idea of writing for 31 days about home, I didn’t plan to skim so close to the fault lines of the past nine years of my life. In truth, they’ve been hard and wonderful and full and breaking. This home thing has always been a bit of tender ground.
Before I began this series, my nine years felt too heavy and difficult and there was space for a bit of bitterness to creep in. But then y’all shared your hearts and I realized that if I didn’t have this story I might not have this place or these words and I am ever so thankful and humbled to know each of you here. I set out to be a fresh spring but YOU are the sweetest water in these parts.
So. Wherever you are right this very minute-whether it is a hard surrender or a joyous celebration-I hope that you’ll cup it full well in your hands. Know this: whatever it is that rubs or heals or tramples your hope, lean into it. Lean into it. It’s worth every bit of yourself. And soon? You’ll have your story and I pray that you’ll invite others into it and then you’ll know. You will know how God did very good things with that sandpaper.