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Things I Still Believe In

"I don't think I believe in anything anymore," someone told me recently. "Do you?"

"I do believe in some things," I said.

"Like what?"

"I believe in love, in giving of ourselves in ways that make us more, not less.

I believe in Jesus. I believe that he really lived, really died, really came back to life. I believe that changes everything.

I believe that God is everywhere, and God is always acting, and sometimes we get to join in, and contribute to redemption and healing. I believe in old wounds healing over and broken things being made whole.

I believe in relationships, in giving and receiving, in letting people in bit by bit, and discovering that we change each other, that we're not meant to go it alone.

I believe in creating. I believe in contributing honest and hope filled beauty to the world in whichever ways we are gifted. Doing math or science or fixing things or being a parent or painting or simply smiling at the cashier.

I believe in laughter, and laughing till you cry, and crying till you laugh, and feeling the things that you feel and saying "It's not okay," when it isn't, and then saying, "I'm going to be okay," because I am.

I believe in partnership and teamwork and learning to trust other people, and walking together in some sort of pattern that we can't discern yet.

I believe in simplicity and quiet and learning to slow down and breathe, even when we feel it's impossible. Especially then.

I believe in hope, that my future holds good things, and that getting there might not take the path we expect. It might involve going where we don't want to go,* but I believe in learning along the way, and that we'll discover new and bigger things than we ever imagined."


*see my last post!

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