I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: Five Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget. There's not much to see on the Facebook page for now but it will come, and I'll be sure to keep you posted.
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I'm sorting through previous blogs. I didn't think I was ready, but I thought wrong. (Not a first for me.)
(From my archives. Feb. 13, 2013.)
Last Saturday night, while in a traffic jam, I marveled at my iPhone's use of green and red lines to communicate why the ability to accelerate my Toyota Rav4 at 65 mph so I could arrive at home and in bed by ten o'clock, was now compromised.
My green and red "friends" repeatedly said (without actually saying) Your dream of falling fast asleep under the warmth of your comforter is not destined to come true. Wake up! Dream another dream!
And so I did what all practical girls do. I dreamt another dream. One that had me gently tucked in at 11:30 PM. I have total favor with God in my new and improved dream, which is to say, I can skip my Origins face wash without succumbing to stronger acne medication the next day. All is well, in the name of Jesus.
It's been awhile since I last blogged. That's because in the days that followed my last post, two bombs went off in my life.
Bomb number 1: For the second time in three short years, a beloved over-a-decade long friendship is coming to a close (in the earthly realm) due to breast cancer. I. Hate. Cancer. My heart is broken.
The second bomb must remain private, for now anyway.
Can I just tell you something? Life is not always peachy. I am not always peachy. But when you live in the Bible belt, home of the I'm-fine-smile, it's not easy to confess your life has been turned upside down and that your Chrisitan walk resembles more of a limp.
But nevertheless, everything is not fine. It doesn't mean I don't love the Lord. It doesn't mean there's sin in my life. It just means that life is not always peachy. Sometimes it's heartbreaking.
If you are facing tremendous loss, and all you want to do is crawl into bed until spring arrives, I get it. You are not alone. Beneath my own blankets, I remember you in my prayers.
Together, let's hold our faces up to the light. The Light that guides us through when we have no idea when or how we will get to the other side of painful circumstances. Modern technology cannot bring us to the shoreline. In Christ alone, we must place our trust. And at times, dream new dreams.
"Everything works out in the end. If it hasn't worked out yet, then it's not the end." --UNKOWN
Published on Saturday, January 4, 2014 @ 7:04 AM CDT