I’ve lived much of my life in compartments. Writing about difficult subjects made me tear down walls and rebuild foundational dreams. I could see hope in the spaces between the healing and the hurt. They were not in vain. An invitation to just be and to be whole drew me in. There was room, spacious room, for my heart to live a better story even among the ashes.
Living through the uncomfortable places forced me to see the coals of my life, only they were no longer coals. Glimmers of diamonds burst from crushed and bent places. Losses were no longer dead weights around my neck. Losses were no longer shameful or points of contention to be avoided. The compression, the intense pressure, and pain no longer frighten me. Instead, they remind me God makes beautiful things from the dust of my life.
It’s Five Minute Friday, and today’s word is “Mess.” How fitting a word for a time like this! There are competing passions, competing ideas, competing relationships, competing emotions, competing hopes. They refused to be tied up in a pretty, neat, little, ribbon-wrapped boxed of delight. Nope. Not these things. You cannot always tame the competing things of life and living.
I am a writer. I am one of many. And I’m totally okay that my writing may not “fit” anything typical. Authenticity is beautiful. This past weekend I attended what will go down in my life’s history as one of the more transformative retreats I’ve ever attended. It was marked with fire, purpose, vision-casting, and lively community.
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I am a member of Story 1o1/Story Sessions with Elora Nicole. When I began my journey, I didn’t really know what to expect. I didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted. I only knew I wanted to write, and write, and write. But … I wanted to be in community. Joining Story 101 was one of the best investments I’ve made in myself and my life. I’ll share more on that experience later. For today, I want to share with you a blessing on being the beloved – birthed from a moment of Shalom with BrandyGlows