Sunday night found me breaking literal bread with a group of beautiful friends, doubled over with laughter as we played the most ridiculous game ever. Ever.
Monday found me driving back to my old hometown to spend the night with a dear friend where time had passed too quickly in between visits. We sat until 2:30 in the morning, sharing and laughing, confessing and encouraging.
Tuesday found me lakeside with a precious woman who has faith that puts me to shame and always spurs me on to live life now.
Wednesday found me back home, sitting with a woman and marching our way through Acts as we both learn. Her hungry to learn more of God and me aching to just get more.
Community. Fellowship.
And a complete accident.
As I've been wrestling these past couple of weeks with sin and regret, I've pleaded with the Lord to give me joy in the here and now. Now. With nothing changed and no promise that it will get better.
And true to form, he did.
Bittersweet, as I'm still wrestling. As I'm fighting hard to not let my heart become so. As I'm putting my nose to the grind and my hands to the wheel, determined to not give up on this race.
But he gave me a glimpse of what life is if I would stop focusing on what it isn't.
He alone has alotted my times and boundaries and seasons.
He alone is good and does good.
He alone is my Sustainer.
It has gotten me far more of him than I thought I could have right now. It has had me far more joyful than I thought possible right now.
And for that, I lift my hands and give him back all that he has given.
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