Every year in December I choose a word to guide the upcoming year, and if you’ve been here long enough you know that the word usually chooses me. This year the word was PEACE. That I would find PEACE in the midst of all things. That somehow His supernatural and abundant peace would fill the undone; the messy; the unanswered; the full and the lack. That PEACE would replace what would otherwise, naturally rule: chaos.
Over the last six weeks I’ve taken it upon myself to lean into a season of rest. A season of listening to what God was speaking to my heart. For so long, perhaps my whole life, I’ve been a student. If there were places I could grow, lessons I needed to learn, or messages I needed to hear, then I would soak them up in order to learn the wisdom of someone before me. Believe me, I know that this is good.
But in this season of rest, I’ve been convicted, inspired and blown away by what God has had to say to me. Personally. Intimately. And what I’m coming to know is: this is even better.
As I’ve been working with my agent on my next book, I heard this tiny, almost imperceptible, whisper somewhere in my spirit telling me that the message God had so deeply placed on my heart, and literally wrung out like dirty rags in my life, isn’t actually the book I’m supposed to write. Or at least not the book I’m supposed to write right now. Perhaps ever. I don’t know. I’m coming to accept that it’s possible that the message contained in all those words and pages and plans was a message He meant just for me.
I got off the phone with my agent last week and I’ve been sitting with it now for seven days. An entire completed proposal versus a blank page and a blinking cursor. And yet it is.
A blank page. And a blinking cursor. An invitation to start again.
And despite this detour, derailment or dead-end, I’m not discouraged. Somewhere deep in my spirit resonates a profoundly known truth: It is well with my soul.
In the day of instant messaging and the social-media-driven culture in which we’re programmed to share every single thing happening in our lives, I think perhaps God is asking me to tuck those words, those experiences, those lessons and His revelations somewhere deep in my own heart. That His grace and mercy and goodness, in this case, was meant just for me.
And I know just as He had this message for me, He has a message just for you.
Have you ever felt that? That despite your willingness to share something messy and unfinished and broken and beautiful with the world — you felt this tiny whisper that it was meant just for you? What did you do?
No matter if that book never gets written or if this new book idea ever leaves the ground: It is well with my soul.
Which is exactly the message God has placed on my heart to talk about: wellness. It would incorporate more of who I am – more of the facets that make me, me. It would be part inspiration, part faith, part practice, part life. Spirit, soul, mind and body, I keep coming back to the question: We live full lives, but are they WELL?
I believe God is calling me to step into this new arena of health and wellness and help campaign for wholeness. That I would give all of who I am, with all of who you are, and together we might help each other find the strength to be our very most whole selves. Perfectly designed. Beautifully made.
But I need you. God planted the seed in my heart and, as much as I want to hide it there and figure it out myself, I believe He’s asking me to entrust it to you too. So I’m asking for your help. Yearning for the connectedness of a team. I want us to be in this together and I long to hear from YOU.
If you find yourself in this season of life desiring more – desiring wellness, not just fullness, I want to know: What is it you desire? What continually gets in the way? What tools, information, advice, skills do you think would help?
If you’ve come out of this season and are running your stride, I want to know: What helped? What made a difference? What do you know now that you wish you could go back and tell yourself then?
One thing I know is this: Life never runs in a straight line. It’s crooked and jagged and sometimes we loop back to an old track a half a dozen or more times before we’re through. A blank page stares back at us with it’s cursor daring us to begin again. Perhaps a million and one times.
But God is. His love is immeasurable; His mercy is unfailing; His grace is sufficient; His wisdom is abundant; His presence is sure; His peace is surpassing.
We can have peace in the midst of the unknown. There is peace in the middle of a storm. Peace stands on the precipice of starting over. Peace reigns in surrender. We can have peace because we know one thing: He is our peace.
In the face of a blinking cursor on a blank page I can truly say: it is well with my soul. Whatever trial, circumstance, mess or uncertainty glares back at you: I want it to be well with yours too.
So right now, today, He’s entrusted me with a seed. And now I entrust it to you.
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