Every. Single. Day. All. Over. The. World. Things. Happen. That. Are. Horrible.
And I don’t understand.
But instead of being gripped with fear, overcome with worry, or lashing out in anger, I go to The One who sees the bigger picture and I sit. I sit before The One Who was and is and is to come. And that’s the root of this post…
I’m a sucker for the past.
For those more modern lovers of the past, nostalgic things of days gone by may be referred as: retro, vintage, mid-century modern, even antique, or archaic, though that one’s been around a while.
I’m retro (circa ’70’s), my parent’s are vintage (post-war), and my grandparents were antiques (early 1900’s).
I love history, the ways in which it has shaped us, as well as the impact it has on our hearts for how we view today and the future, even how we love people.
Specifically, I like pens and paper. As one bent toward writing, I’m nostalgic for ink and a notebook, the beauty of cursive and creative expression that transfers from heart and mind onto paper, whether just for myself, or for the encouragement of others, brings life to my bones.
This year my word is #INTENTION. Intention with God. Intention with myself. Intention with my family and friends. Intention in the day to day, the little things, things which others may find trivial.
I guess I’m a sucker for believing God can speak to me any way He wants, without a giant cathedral or pulpit, “popular” speaker or teacher, without formal training in a man-made seminary. I’m a sucker for moments when the thoughts that are smarter than ones I could think up on my own are poured out onto the pulp in front of me, in real life.
And so I sit with pen and paper and an open heart before God. Because boxing Him in hasn’t worked so well for me in the past…and I’m still learning this.
I sit. I wait with #INTENTION. And as I sit, mouth closed, ears open, heart ready, pen in hand, He speaks. Just as He has throughout history, He speaks today, using the true words scribed in the past, making it alive today because of the Holy Spirit at work in us.
His words bring life to our bones. And every word has been, and always will be, part of His love story with us…
Here’s a visual:
|I’m so thankful for the day my parents told me my Bible was a book in which I could write notes…|
*Are you a sucker for pen and paper? What are some of your favorite ways of recording or remembering the promises and whispers of God’s love to you?