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I have been lifted

I’m at Mom and Dad’s awaiting an AC repair at my house and Daisy is with Grandpa, living her best life among other dogs and goats. She probably doesn’t even miss me but I sure miss her!

Even when blinking, she’s more photogenic than I am.

Saturday meditation: it seems as though I have been waiting my whole life to be invited. I long desperately for the approval, appreciation, and affection of others. And mostly I live under assumption, longing to be invited but telling myself I won’t be. Believing I am inherently unwanted, I’ve sat a lot of things out. But the truth is my worthiness is not dependent on an invitation (to participate, to collaborate, to show up, to invest, to love, to...) In fact, my existence alone is the invitation. The fact that I am here at all gives me the right and privilege to take up space on the earth as God intended.

A Saturday morning reflection: maybe there is not one “season” in which to do certain things. Maybe there’s not one boat, one ticket. Maybe the most extraordinary things in life aren’t that easy to miss out on. Because life is not a schedule, a formula. And while it has its cycles and its rhythms, it truly is a giving and unpredictable thing. Who knows where we’ll end up? So, hands open. No fear. I haven’t missed anything. I haven’t missed my boat. In fact, the boat isn’t the best part anyway. It’s the ocean. Wide and untamed thing. So here’s to a plunge, right off the gangplank, right into the water. No fear. Hands open. I’m okay.

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