17 years ago, today, God wrote my name in the book of life.
Even as a child, my heart was moved by the smallest of creatures. Catching lightning bugs on a hot summer evening was all I ever wanted some days. Or maybe observing a butterfly on a flower and choosing a precious name for the orange-winged masterpiece. Maybe even watching a baby caterpillar munch on a leaf. He moved me... even at age 4.
After all this time, I am still moved by Him, just more deeply than before. Deeper than my little heart could handle at the time.
His life-shattering power and His all-encompassing peace are used for the same exact same purpose; to bring us close. Close enough to rest our tired heads on His beating chest. My friends, can't you see how incredible this is?
Let me tell you a little bit about how He moves me. The Lord moves me through the little details. The little intricate details that prove His faithfulness and purpose. In fact, He always has. In all my rawness and vulnerability, I embrace the title that He gives me; His child. The one who created the flood that knocked out a whole human race created me too. He created you.
How intentional He was with the works of His hand! My heart is moved by the symphony of nighttime creatures groaning for their Savior, or how little worker ants take hundreds of tiny power naps on rotation from sun up to sun down. Their little bodies work so hard! My heart moves when the sky is intensely painted with darkened shades of blue, purple, and red. I feel encompassed with grace when I stand in a wildflower field just in awe that each one of them solely relies on Him to provide.
I have seen His work abundantly for 17 complete years. And with open eyes, His abundance overwhelms me.
I have seen some of my weakest moments result in strength abundant, I have seen Him violently fight for my wandering heart, and I have walked away knowing that He was behind me waiting for me to lock eyes with Him. Over and over again, teaching me the art of patience. Over and over again, welcoming me back into the fields of grace. Over and over again, overflowing my cup with joy. He is patiently awaiting your presence in His fields of grace. He is awaiting mine, too.
Come now, before it's too late. Come open handed to the wild fields of grace. Arrive broken, arrive angry if you must, but come. Just come. Holy ground it is, so take off your shoes, and make yourself at home. For restoration has found you. Right here. Right now.
Bring what you need, and leave the rest at home. Bring whatever sorrow you have in your heart, bring your battle scars, and bring your weakness. Because restoration is here. Right now. Come and be restored.
This takes time, my friends. You are free to take this day by day... and for some, minute by minute! Because loving the Lord isn't easy. It is wild, risky, and the most scary adventure that you will ever learn to absolutely treasure and adore.
What an honor it is to be a child of the king for 17 years!
Your Savior is anxiously awaiting your arrival.