It’s a beautiful moment. Drinking my cup of coffee, I opened one of my journals which I worked through this past year. It was a gift from a dear friend on my 30th birthday as I embarked on this time away from seminary. I read it’s dedication on the first few pages. Written with tender love from a genuine friend, I am amazed how it feels as if I was reading them for the first time:
In these months ahead remember everything of yours is held by Him. The lives you touch, more already touched, we’re all written by the God you’ve always told me that would rather die that live with an eternity without you… be shamelessly authentic – reckless abandon. Be courageously intimate and sit with your longing without judgement. Be fearlessly empty and broken …”
I closed the journal, looked at a few photos that was recently sent to me and realized how much this invitation has been fulfilled in my heart. And I am grateful, grateful to the God who never forgets me. As beautiful as these moments have been this year, life will change, yet God in his Son Jesus Christ, remains the same. My love for him may change or go forgotten at times, yet Jesus has ways of reminding us of his steadfast love, his unfathomable mercy.
I may change, my love may evolve or grow weak, yet in the heart of Jesus Christ, revealed in the tender innocence of children, I have rediscovered it again. I have fallen in love again with the same Jesus who has always loved me. And I am deeply grateful.