This week held appointment moments.
Disappointment moments that grew my heart.
Moments that brought praise to my lips despite tears in my eyes.
Defining moments of the twenty-third Psalm.
Memorized thirteen years ago around a breakfast table.
Recited through heartbreak this week.
Bringing with it hope and assurance.
All the days won't be like this.
Goodness and Mercy follow me.
Wishing moments.
Lanterns holding our hearts' secrets floating up.
Reminding me, to let go. Reminding me it's okay to hope again.
Because when we let go of our hopes, with our hands still lifted high…there is beauty.
Letter writing moments.
The moments I hope I never get used to.
Goodbyes, the ones I knew this race would be made of.
The ones that hurt my heart same same-but different every time.
The hurts attached to faces and blessings and friends, the beautiful people I've been gifted.
Admission moments.
Thirty days allowed in the Kingdom of Cambodia.
My passport says so.
A green visa, instantly reminding me to be grateful.
Reminding me of my invitation into His Kingdom. No visa required.
And Ancient Wonder moments.
Richard would have loved these moments.
The moments are catching momentum and they're starting to stick.
Dear, week eight moments… you didn't break me, you grew me.
