I’ll be taking all of next week off, following my final Advent poem tomorrow and Advent post on Christmas Eve. I’ll be back in action after the new year, but I thought now might be a good moment to review this past year. Thanks for sharing it with me…
In March, I reunited with the friend I’d lost because of a boy 16 years before. I wondered what it means to hurry toward hospitality. I prayed my kids would remember me as broken, yes, but also being remade.
In April, I wrote about ministry and doubt and how they can sometimes coexist. I sent a “Mother Letter” to the mamas and believed in having grace with myself. Then I thanked my bowls and plates and pots and pans for letting me use them and wash them and put them away.
In October, I ate tacos with Jamie while her boy and mine wrestled and tiny fish wriggled in their hands and we said goodbye to FireAustin. I wrote about failing at ministry. I wrote about Halloween and my Pawpaw’s death and seeing Jesus in real life.
In November, I showed you a picture of me in 1988. You’re still welcome. Later, I prayed for my son to have a heart of flesh instead of a heart of stone and he told me he had both those hearts in him.
And really, what more should I really say here? Except, thank you for sharing my life with me. I write it for both of us, so that I’ll understand and so that, maybe if grace comes, you might too.