Hey there, fellow sojourner.
I'm so grateful you're here. I understand that in a world with an ocean full of ocean-sized things to occupy one's time, the gift of your time is just that — a gift.
I wish we had five minutes standing side by side, staring out at the ocean, watching the waves hurl themselves upon the shore. I know I'd wonder about the state of your heart. Maybe it's rested and rejoicing. Maybe it's in need of renovation. Maybe it's shouldering rejection or tainted with a residue you wish the surf could scrub off. Maybe your heart is just exhausted and frail.
I get it, friend.
Before I go on, let me introduce myself. I'm Allison, a tall girl who has stood on some stages, written some books, and spoken some words. I love my Tall Man; my two old-and new-covenant sons, Levi and Luke; and all my people. I'm smitten with the bride of Christ, and I think our weaknesses attract His glory more than our strengths ever could. I'm a woman who has experienced God's love at the bottom of the well and at the ceiling of the sky. And I've had times when my heart's been wrecked and worn out and everything in between.
I so get it.
Our hearts may have been shaped by different storms, but I bet all the fish in the sea that the same things drive them to their proverbial knees and cause the same longing.
I bet both of our hearts love Jesus, yet we have a suspicion that we've allowed the world's pressure to make ourselves visible — to "make a name for ourselves" — to creep in as well, and it can distract us and dampen our delight in Him.
We love Jesus and know that He does not call us to an unending, pressured performance but to something more rooted and enduring than we could dream.
We love Jesus and are exhausted from being driven by the opinions of others, the voices of the crowd, rather than the voice of the King.
We love Jesus and want to rediscover the delight of the hidden-with-Christ life, remembering that He is our security.
We love Jesus and want to be released back into the story He is writing.
We love Jesus and want to sink our hearts into the relief that comes from knowing we are seen by God.
We crave security and freedom way down deep, where rot and decay can never invade.
Not long ago, I was desperately in need of that security and freedom — I didn't even know how much — and God led me to the sands of the Outer Banks to show me that need and to fulfill it. He reminded me of eternal truths I so easily forget.
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