The words I used to use don't seem adequate lately.
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Please know that when I say them, they're hopeful. They're a prayer and a song, and a truth.
Saying them feels like scattering seeds: something will grow from this.
It's easy to say that change is bad and familiarity is good; we are people who crave comfort and sameness. And yet what great things God works out in us, in our transitions and in our discomfort. If there's anything I've learned this year it's that there is beauty here, even in the hard work of becoming.
So I give these words to you. A prayer. Maybe a letting go. In a season when I'm so uncertain of all my ways, it feels so good to scatter these seeds: "Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness."
With all hope,