there is something about a cool body of water that brings rest to a weary soul.
as she prepared to leap off the wooden dock a grin spread across her face. it quickly turned into laughter. not-a-care-in-the-world kind of laughs. I can’t remember if I’m 12 or 25 kind of laughs. life is full of unexpected joy kind of laughs. then… she jumped.
the water met her with a chill. fully submerged. she suddenly had clarity. life is only as adventurous as you allow it to be. her head emerged. water running down her face. eyes beaming. it was almost as if she hadn’t stopped laughing, even underwater.
she floated. arms outstretched. eyes lifted. she had found rest. the water welcomed her tired heart and rejuvenated her entire being. in that moment she was fully alive.
Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus Christ. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life. Its is costly because it condemns sin, and grace because it justifies the sinner.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
Take a listen to these fellas. Happy Friday.
Soaked. Hair dripping. Rain. Rain. Rain. It wasn’t the way she imagined spending the first day of October. Crisp Autumn air, apples, pumpkin spice lattes, and colorful leaves would have been much more appropriate. Somehow she was still thankful.
Puddles so big they threatened to jump straight into her shoes as she made her way down the sidewalk. Oh how she wished for a pair of bright red boots for her trek to the boy’s house.
Why had she decided to walk the four blocks today? Her heart longed for adventure and this was the best way to find it on the days she worked at the office. He would scold her at first for not letting him pick her up, but within seconds he’d remember this is one of the reasons he loves her most. Her soul isn’t satisfied with routines and he couldn’t wait to hear what dreams she had today.
would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first?
She was exhausted. Years of analyzing every boy she knew and trying to create her Mr. Darcy, without any help from her Savior. The moment she gave Him the brush He slowly started painting this boy into her story.
Her heart was vulnerable in the summer, so naturally he didn’t enter the scene until the trees were bear and the skies heavy with snow. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was only a matter of weeks before she realized her feet were no longer on solid ground.
There was something in his voice that made her feel like she was home. Something in the way he spun her on the dance floor that made fireworks explode in her chest. Something about the way he looked at her that made her knees go weak. Something about his hands that made her feel like they were where hers belonged. Everything about him was the Mr. Darcy she didn’t even know she wanted.
She told herself he didn’t really love her. Then he took her hand and pulled her into a Waltz in the parking lot… music drifting from his truck and she knew she’d been wrong. There might be other boys who could love her well, but he had her heart for keeps and she was finally ok with the word forever.