When you’re waiting for your real life


Another wakeful night and unwell day, and I wonder how this all fits in with learning to really live. I thought things were improving. I was beginning to step out in new directions. Now this. Is life on hold again?


And I remember the truth. This is not an interruption to life. It is my life. This is not a waiting between times of wellness, times of “really living.” This day, whatever it holds, is the place where Jesus waits to walk with me.


And there’s this too. I always have choice. Maybe not about what the day holds, but about how to live in it. Somehow I keep forgetting, need to keep being reminded to choose again.


Right now, for this day, this moment, I choose love. Choose joy. Choose rest and stillness rather than fretting. Choose to live with my heart wide open to God, eyes open for how He will meet me in this place.


Care to join me? To see today, whatever your day holds, as your real life? To celebrate the wonder that He is our God, we are His people, and to surrender to love?


“O come, let us worship and bow down,

let us kneel before the LORD, our Maker!

For he is our God

And we are the people of his pasture

And the sheep of his hand.

O that today you would listen to his voice!

Do not harden your hearts. . .” (Psalm 95:6-8a)


Giving thanks for endless gifts:

Weakness that keeps me clinging close

Pelting rain making things green

. . . and a place to come in out of it

A soft bed

Lemon-ginger tea


Meeting Him in gospel stories

Always held


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