This installment of Wednesday Wreads has been in draft since December, so these are old posts by the Internet’s gauge. But the words within are still important, so I wanted to share them anyway.
My closest friends have been with me through the thick and thin. They have seen my best and they have seen my worst. They have helped carry me through different, difficult, life-altering seasons, and I am ever so grateful.
In a world of selfies and instagram photos of everything we do, it seems that the desire for human admiration is evident. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I think it becomes a bad thing when it’s all about us and we have nothing to give to others. It becomes a bad thing if we can’t see through the fog of human approval and see how much the Lord loves us and how much He desires to give to us, work through us and fill us with his abundance of good things.
But it also got me thinking about some helpful ways to respond to the people we see standing on street corners. Humbling themselves to the point of begging. Expressing their deepest needs on a cardboard piece. In general, I do not give money to anyone. To me, that’s taking the easy way out. It’s too easy to throw some cash at someone and call it a day. I think we can do better. We can love harder and more exact.
In the wintertime, I sometimes feel a lack of inspiration for creative projects or for work. But instead of dwelling on this time of hibernating and giving into laziness or lack of inspiration, I try to find ways to rejuvenate my creativity.
I love that although transformation has occurred and wildnesses have become forests, even in the wildernesses that remain, justice will take up her residence. I don’t know about you but the older I get, the more deeply I find myself longing for the kind of justice I have yet to find here. It feel likes a word on the tip of my tongue or a dream I can almost remember. I know when I see it I will know it, but it is just out of the reach of my experience.
I think that this is the time of year when glory is hard to lay by the wayside. We dress up, we wear more sparkles, we decorate, we host parties, we eat well. We go on vacation to enjoy ourselves.
And yet, the King of Glory laid aside the glory that was His alone, and took on our mangled humanity in a manger. At the core of this glamorous season is the exact opposite story: the God of the universe who cast aside His glory to meet us in our brokenness.
I don’t really want to wake up at 30 and realize I gave up on friendship at the age of 24 or 25. What an awful, lonely way to go through life, when you can’t hear the sound of your friend laughing next to you for the same reason, neither of you saying a word about the passersby.
…I’ve noticed more and more lately, especially with us women–how quick we are to cover up what’s really going on in our lives. I think we all want to open up but something holds us back. Why is it instinct for us to sweep it under the rug and act like all is okay when really, deep down we’re hurting and are bogged down by life? We’re terrified of vulnerability and it’s stifling us.