Here I am. Life is chaotic, busy at best. Blindly I walk through the distractions that take me away from the Lord I know and love. I am lost in an unmarked forest, unable to see the horizon, but feeling the warmth of the Lord pulling me forward in the right direction. He is ever present, among what I consider to be the mundane parts of life. While cooking in the kitchen, scrambling to prepare that 5-star meal for my eager family; while peeking around the corner when I play hide-and-seek with my daughter; while honking my horn when the car next to me cuts me off. He is there. He is real, and so are my sinful responses to what occurs in this thing called life.
Recently, as if handing me the key to an unlocked part of my soul, He has helped me, through writing, understand myself and more importantly, know Him. On each handwritten page I write, I see my heart transformed, visibly, through each edit and draft. A literal transformation in clear sight. It is as if sanctification can be mapped in hindsight. Patiently, I write and assess my thoughts, my story, in light of the larger drama unfolding in God's eyes. In these moments, He meets me. I cannot help but share what he is teaching, what he is doing, in the moments where I sit praying and writing. The continual process of sanctification is indeed painful, but it is a precious sight to see it unravel in the margins of the paper.
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