This is my attempt at advertising water to myself. If this doesn’t work I don’t know what will 🍋
Birthdays unavoidably bring the subject of “life” into hyper-focus, and mine is just around the corner. I’m not afraid of aging and I hope to do it gracefully, but I do feel a bit (or a lot) older than I am. I usually hide on my birthday in sweatpants and hope nothing is made of it. I just don’t like attention brought to it- or to myself in general. Sharing on here is hard for me.
Anyways, I’m feeling surprisingly different about my birthday this year, and I’m attributing that to the recent realization that God loves me. I mean, I’ve always “known” that. When you grow up in church you hear that message over and over and it sort of gets stashed to the side with the other basic tenets of Christian faith. Words on the list of things you are supposed to believe about God.
In some unexpected time alone I received an unexpected dousing of God’s love. I didn’t go looking for it or anticipate it. It was like an unveiling, or as if scales were tenderly peeled off of my heart and His love for the first time could penetrate in. Real love, tender love, hard and steady love, a burning and yearning love, redeeming and refining love, a near and present and not somewhere-far-away love. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 most personal and intimate love. It struck me hard and sank down into my soul and changed me. And then God told me to write, and I’m stepping out in faith.
I’m thankful to be here and I’m thankful that I’m not arbitrary and I’m thankful that I’m loved. And with gratitude I’m making some changes to better care for myself in the time I have here. Water seems like a good start.
“ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ.”
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