i feel like almost every post i’ve written so far for 31 days sounds like a introduction to the series.
and i wonder if you’re thinking, great, annie! you’re writing because the Lord laid this on your heart and you don’t have too much of a plan and you have a heart for what He wants to teach you. so when do we get into it? really, really into it?
will we ever?
are we really anything other than beginning?
we walk the narrow road but so often we turn back toward the wide. we want the road that leads to life but so often we believe the mirage that camouflages death.
it takes Jesus crashing into us to realize we were led, again, astray. and we pick up our little crosses and we carry on, eyes wide at the Savior like a child, exercising the trust we can’t afford not to have.
maybe every single post in this series will sound like i’m beginning to learn what it is to walk with Jesus. and if it does, it’s because every single day i’m learning anew what that means and what it looks like. every single day i lose my witness and every single day i learn how to gain it back.
we’re as Jesus-y and as woman-y as we’re going to get, truths spoken like an anvil to my heart by jessi last weekend. and i’m letting go, as hayley recommended, of trying to make myself free, of trying to pull the good things toward me, and instead learning to walk in the Lord’s provision of both.
it’s a process. an adventure. a beginning.