This is the nature of a year. Every year, and thus all of life, is high and low and in-between. And we never see it coming. The best we can do is expect the chaos, lean into Jesus and brace ourselves for a crash course in life’s most important lesson—that we are not in control.
If you and I can train our spiritual senses to sniff out the presence of God in the midst of soul-deep dehydration, our lives will be restored. Like a new seedling. Ready to truly live again.
Like the natural process that requires intense heat and extreme pressure to transform carbon into diamonds, I began to see beauty emerge from this trying season when I let the pressure fulfill its purpose.
My words here will be about Jesus, and discipleship, and habits, and language, and leadership, and parenting, and culture, and books, and things my grandma says. But mostly, Jesus. In all of his simple splendor and mysterious complexities. He tends to show up in everything I have to write, say and do.
This month has taught me more about myself than I bargained for. On February 1st, I was prepared to eat better, sleep more, workout consistently, read more, and spend more quality time with God than ever. But I wasn’t prepared for the war my flesh would wage against the good habits (both old and new) in my life.