My quiet, earnest prayer for each of you,
in whatever bit of blessed and broken place you live this weekend, kindest friends…
your lives the sweet fragrance of a crushed and risen Christ…
~Ann Voskamp over at A Holy Experience
My birthday is today. I turn 33 years old, the age of Christ when he was crucified. I think of this and hear it as "the Jesus year." The year he died and the year he ascended. I read Ann's prayer for her readers and friends and loved ones and I smell the air - a bit of brokenness here, a bit of recovery there.
I smell the air and I smell birthday candles. A pizza in the oven. I close my eyes and imagine the heavy scent of incense. Sweat. The prayers that have been said on my behalf, by the people who know what I am going through.
I wish to send my prayers out to you, too. I apologize for not writing in so long. My road has been tough. But I send you the constant reminder that there is Someone who is greater and bigger than anyOne you've ever known.
Lean on Jesus. I am just learning how to do that.
My 32 years taught me that I could only lean on myself. Depend on myself.
Let my 33rd year teach me to close my eyes and seek Jesus.
In the year of death and resurrection, I will
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding
I wish for all of you giant amounts of faith and humongous-open-hearted love.
Thank you, God, for this birth day of mine.