hard and holy things
- Bailey
- Jan 2, 2018
- 2 min read
Spent this extra long day sitting in a car saying goodbye to an extra long year. Oh to write all the lessons learned in 2017 would take a book and lots of tissues, but it all ends in silent wonder and worship of a God who loves us enough to take us through the hard times.
We look on with eager expectation to the hardest and holiest days to come, as we are continually brought from one level of glory to another, looking our Savior in the eyes of so many deep, intense moments.
Two-thousand-eighteen will be one of a lot of lasts and many firsts. Last time running around that blessed track, first time starting a life with another. Last time scheduling the day around work outs, first time dressing up to each morning to go to work. Last time to write my own last name, first time to write his. Last time to walk home to my own half of the room, first time to open the door to all that is ours.
May this year be one of intense change, fierce love, fervent prayer and constant learning. May we take our Father by the hand and trust His every move, no matter how dark or painful or scary. May our days and nights be marked by communion with our Maker and courageous vulnerability.
How exciting it is to start something from scratch, to work and build and mold it for ourselves into something our own and offer it all back to the One who gave it to us in the first place. What a privilege. As I move into this new year with all its shiny, mysterious wonder, I expect God to show up in ways I’ve never seen, I expect growth in areas of my life I didn’t think needed it, and I expect a whole new wave of grace every morning as I fail in ways I didn’t know I could.
Here’s to twelve months of adventure with the one I love and the One who first loved.