A post is long overdue, but I want my words to be precious as you glaze over them.
As music flows in the background of this coffee shop through my ears, I am trying my hardest to not retreat in my exhaustion.
How beautiful it is to know that you're exhausting yourself for something you're running after, especially alongside an army of individuals. Individuals with names, smiles, laughter, heartache, tears, character, and joy.
Part of me feels entirely insane for going back on the road, but why does our comfort lie in relaxing and not stepping over our limits and our boundaries? Who am I to step down because the work is hard and exhausting? How liberating my life has become to poor out my soul into something.
I've come to realize that I do not believe in a life lived too short. It's not tragic. Painful, but not unfortunate. What an honor it would be to know that the One who supplied you with life was awaiting your arrival. Had taken you home because the love within you was used to His glory.
Sometimes this is hard for me to remember, to cherish, and to even believe.
How patient and all encompassing is His love though. I just forget to return to it sometimes.
A lot of the times, He fills me though regardless.
