Last week I shared what was supposed to be a short story, about doing the things that you love. There’s another important piece of that story that I don’t want to leave out, but I struggle with the best words to explain it. I’ll try to keep it simple. Long story, short: “You are right where you are supposed to be.”
My best friend, the one I told you about in my story, she knows exactly how I’ve been feeling lately. Like, exactly. Even though my words are muddled and hard for everyone else to follow — she gets me; she always has. We’ve spent the last month texting an extra bunch. She knows the heaviness of the looming gray clouds I’ve been feeling for the duration of the past fall season; she’s felt them too. We feel the same way — almost exactly the same way — and we’ve been talking about seeking God’s presence, knowing in our minds the importance and power of it, but not being able — or even actually motivated, if that makes sense — to actively try.
Just the other day, we were exchanging notes and passages from things we’re reading, sharing all sorts of conviction about the role of the body of the Church and the importance of embodiment and fellowship, despite the messiness of humans and relationships, and the darkness of the world’s current state.
Then, the next day is the day I found myself creating and writing . . . for the first time in a really long time. And then, without even knowing ahead of time that I was doing it, SHE was one of the first people (if not the very first) to read the first blog post that I’ve written in a whole year.
She texted me this:
“Your blog post ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”
“Thank you 🙏🏻 ❤️”
I said this:
“You knooooooooowww how much that means to me, right?”
“You have to know.”
And she said:
“Yes. it means a lot to me too. Love you!!”
And I said:
“I should go back downstairs with Jordan but after dinner I ran back up here. My Jesus music is blaring and I just feel so dang happy I could cry. He showed up. He’s right here. Telling me all He wants me to do is to do everything I’ve always done. He’s in it. He won’t let me miss my purpose, He won’t let me miss out on the peace and joy that He provides, if I seek Him. IF I seek Him.”
And she said:
“🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😀😀😀❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”
“I was just about to say that you are right where you are supposed to be.”
I said:
“I loooooveeee youuuuu 💞💞❤️”
She said:
“Love you tooo ❤️❤️❤️❤️”
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God is one cool cookie. That’s something we used to always include in the color-coded notes we passed back and forth between the back doors of our houses. 🍪😍💞 And Jenny Gayler, my best friend . . . she’s one cool cookie too. I hope you have a cool cookie or two in your life. If you do, don’t forget to treasure them.
Also, God’s not done with you. You may not be where you’re going, but you are right where you are supposed to be. Keep your eyes open, your head up, and do the things that He’s placed on your heart to do. He will guide the way.
Suggested Song: God’s Not Done with You
Related Reading: Chapter 3 of Fix Your Eyes
Watercolors: Dr. Ph. Martin’s + Bombay India Ink
Paintbrushes: Artist’s Loft (Round, 4)+ Royal & Langnickel (Round, 4)