A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.
Life's fragile. And who knows how long we've each got. Or what life will throw at you next? Who'd tell you that you're meant to work one day or sleep the next, or that you're meant to bolt faster than lightning because of that one call that makes you just see how short this life really is? Time runs faster than feet, and we're wild to want this spin to stop.
He takes the time to slowly concoct the person He makes to take him deep before He takes him far. To teach him laughter in the face of loss, and joy in the face of the mundane. And to awaken in him to the truly extraordinary life in what looks like -- simply and pitifully ordinary.
Maybe it's precisely in the suffering and the seemingly lack of healing that a thousand answers are found, because when we face of our own suffering bravely that we showed the world every answer to every suffering.
And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you're wounded and broken when you're actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.
...this story of a damsel, who thought of the ridiculous - that she could drain the brook by the bucket...
This is our song of courage, our praise for every pain, and the faith for our fear so we need not be scarred over our failures, or scared over our problems ahead.