I don't want to know.

I don't know what on Earth convinced me that I could consistently post on a blog. I'm experiencing growth, but I don't have the words to convey the many things that have happened this year. I'm no word smith, and I can't fashion a vessel of beauty from words. A formation of letters can't describe what's in my heart, etched in my soul.  The glory of God said, "Wake up, you weary sinner. You're alive in Me." I'm no longer a ghost to this world, a host to my sin, I am free from one bondage, but now a slave to another. Proclaiming Christ to the world, but not my own brother. Became a lady in waiting, a lady of virtue, and diligence, and reckless abandonment. There's a growing love so strong, I don't know if I can handle it. At least not on my own. But there's one on a throne. Of righteous, holiness, that can take me through the valley of death. So I can then inhale the Spirit with my very next breath. To love the least of these is my greatest offering, Lord. I'll defend your good name with peace, and a Sword. I will agape the people around me, so that one day they may see...the goodness and glory of God Almighty, who sent down His son to love us so rightly.

The creator of the universe...all of the stars in the heaven, all of the planets...so infinitely large, perfect, holy, good, gracious, merciful, so...indescribable, came down to Earth as a vulnerable, tiny human baby, grew up as a man, got his feet dirty walking on the same ground as the rest of humanity while sharing His message of love and redemption, was then scorned by man, and then killed...to do the impossible. He rose. He defeated the grave. He is alive.

I am alive, resurrected from my own death (because sin only leads to death) because of Christ.

All that he asks us in return is to love Him, and those who He loves.

So the moral of this journey?


We love because Christ first loved us. (1 John 4:19)