My Wildflower friends threw me a beautiful birthday party last night, complete with twinkling lights and homemade blackberry lavender cake. I had this crazy surreal moment happen when I went to hope for something and blow out my candles: I couldn't think of anything I wanted beyond what's unfolding in my life, right now.
The Lord is so good and kind, and in the kairos, lightning-is-striking-my-life-all-over season I find myself at the start of, I'm experiencing it in every one of my senses. It's actually overwhelming.
Charles Spurgeon once noted, "I've learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages." In my life, I've experienced that truth with waves of pain, loss, and heartbreak. I didn't know until now it's just as possible to be thrown against the Rock by waves of hope fulfilled.
The Father has capsized me with grace; I can but pray I never recover.
"Then you crash over me and I've lost control but I'm free... I'm beautifully in over my head."
