I want a simple life.
So Jesus filled, he spills over like sweet honey into all I do and all I say.
I wanna live so disconnected I have to take a walk, or a drive or even a plane to come and see you. Just to visit over tea and to sit a space of genuinity and quietness where you’re free to be you and I’m free to be me. And we can meet the father there together.
I want to live totally undistracted and completely interruptible. That when I’m with you, you know I’m with you. I wanna be the kind of person that would drop my world to meet you where you’re at in joy or pain, tragedy or victory.
Let’s be people who cry out deep hurts together and who celebrate alllll the golden nuggets this life will give us.
I want to live slow enough to taste the divinity of moments. And to capture the sacredness of them instead of photos of them.
I want to live love. The love that has no bounds. The love that’s only weakness is that it can say no to no one.
I want to be grace defined.
A carrier of peace
A speaker of truth
A light of hope
Bold with my heart and gentle with my tongue.
I want to be a willing vessel of the Lord.
A canvas of His glory and power.
A vehicle for the Gospel
I want to live in such a way that invites people in.
In a way that people feel welcomed to be seen and to be heard. To be known.
I want to live a life of invitation.
I want to cultivate spaces of authenticity and depth; of safety and celebration.
I want to remain there in the presence of the Lord, in the company of the church.
Abandoning the wreckage of a broken life, abiding rather in the abundant life. Where there’s healing and hope.
Life might be hard, and desert seasons may come but I’ll cling to the cross, and life will still be good. Because HE is good. For me it’s as simple as that.
