On my twenty fifth birthday, just over a year ago, I left home for my hometown. It was the hardest goodbye I’ve ever said, full of hard, individual goodbyes & somehow harder hellos.
25 was by far the toughest 365 days. It wasn’t all bad; it would be dishonest to pretend so. There were sweet moments in it too. But oh how heavy my soul was for most of it.
I confronted myself, my faith, & my expectations. My identity was shaken & shaped & I learned how to let go of things, even when they are good & doing so hurts. I have been learning how to trust more– the process, the people around me, God.
I still feel in between– where I’ve been, what I thought life was going to look like, & wherever it’s heading now. But I’m finding joy in that journey again. I’m learning how to (I hope) love more like Jesus, walk the tension of the “already, not yet,” & understand better that what I do is not who I am.
Life is a freaking ride, guys.
So with these next 365 days (& all the rest to come after) I hope to be less selfish, more present, & more open to the twists & turns still in store for me. And I’m actually kind of excited about it.
“While you’re figuring out what God wants you to do next — go love everybody.”
~ Bob Goff
“Anywhere in Glory will be alright with me”