Friday, November 8

In times of transition

Dear friend,

The words I used to use don't seem adequate lately.

Souq Waqif, Doha, Catar, 2013-08-05, DD 11
Photo credit: Diego Delso
They feel too small and old. And day after day, I keep coming back to the words of secular novelist Virginia Woolf, that she wrote in her last letter to her husband.

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,


Amy Ellison said...

E, you have such a beautiful way with words! Making me all teary eyed over here.... Let me know nothing, be certain of nothing, except Christ and Him crucified. God's goodness, the goodness of my is all I really need to know. Xo

Devan Brie Green said...

This was a good post. Something I needed to read. I am at a crossroads... I've made a big decision and now I must wait, watch and pray.

I'm glad I found your blog. I knew I saw such light in you. God bless you Elizabeth.