Last night’s sleep performed the briefest of intermissions, a fold line on this extraordinary year. As dawn breaks, we now begin the second half of 2020.
May we learn from all the first half laid on our doorsteps.
Instead of talking even more about it, may we finally choose to listen.
As we hold the future loosely, may we continue to unfold the blessings buried inside this great slow down.
May we find the courage to sincerely examine our hearts when we don’t get our way, don’t feel heard, are completely fed up.
May we embrace the invitation that sorrow, anger, fear, and disappointment deliver, becoming curious about the lessons they offer.
Let us all mature out of our precious narcissistic need for control.
Instead of striving, grasping, hustling, may our souls soak in holy Presence and respond to the second half from this safe and spacious place.
May pain points become kind counselors where gratitude tenaciously blooms.
Let our tongues and fingers be chained until our hearts reflect the light and grace they were intended for.
Out of Presence may families begin to heal and make lasting changes.
May His church be re-created and revival smell less like a war and more like of the essence of Christ’s love.
In response to all we’ve been given this year, may we gather in community as renewed and gentle apprentices of Jesus.
2020, may the socially distant unplugging of your first half find a healthier reconnection in the second.
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