Live

Live

Look at this darling itty! She stands sandy toes, arms spread wide being perfectly adorable. My southern momma would phrase ” you could eat her with a spoon”

What makes this little one so lovely?
She is living. Not just oxygen to blood- air to lungs breathing but with open arms living.

A day of rest here for this student, a rest from the office that is, the books- they wait. The sun is warm and bright like in the picture above. The summer moon is out though, high in the sky I am reminded that the moon never sleeps- its just blinded by light and our own distraction most of the time.

You know the things you hear over and over… the things you know you should pay attention to- but like the moon you get to distracted to see… this verse, its probably the 5th maybe 6th time its come up over the past year.

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Gal 2:20.

As a twenty something plagued, no lets be candid: haunted by thoughts of
…..” What is it to live?”
………” What is a life well spent?”
..” Am i getting this thing right?”
….” What if I’m not…”

This verse brings a certain wind-in-your-sail kind of hope. You mean that I don’t have to feel like here is all I will ever have? I don’t have to try and squeeze every last drop out of each 24 hours I’m given ( for type-A people like me this is not a good thing). What if I could cool my jets and rest in knowing that my life is apart of something far more greater in design than the drone of the highway or sweat before performance reviews?

What if to live is a spirit that yields.. not out of cowardice but out of hope in things unseen. Like the wind that I imagine on this little one’s face what if like her our arms would stretch wide in embrace? Embrace of that unseen instead of fear?

To borrow the friends of a writer I adore, what if we laid down the cynical garb of fake wisdom and woundedness and took courage to believe in a life lived through the crucified.

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About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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2 Responses to Live

  1. BONNIE BUCKINGHAM says:

    You most certainly are doing exactly what you wrote.
    Pouring out a sacrifice and loving well as you go.

  2. shuff7 says:

    The thoughts of a 20 something! So true and so what I needed to hear boo

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