I mean, we took it very seriously.
Speaking of serious, these fruits, called Rambutans, are no joke. They look like bugs to me and taste kind of slimy inside. A customer at whole foods called me brave just for trying those suckers, so that was exciting, but I ended up keeping a couple around my house for show for a few days before I tried them again (still not very good) and wishing it was Halloween already because they were spooky.
What else is going on? Well, God, being God, keeps speaking to me through different mediums and for awhile now He's put this song on my mind to remind me of grace.
The wonderful Brennan Manning, who wrote Ragamuffin Gospel, one of my favorites, reminded me tonight that we -- ragamuffins -- are never far from grace and "a light in the window" with "a "welcome home" sign on the door."
I can do well to remember that. That I need the welcome sign.
"It's not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with every start" - Mumford and Sons
I don't know what this series, this story about finishing, will become. It feels like my stories become more about beginnings than endings. And what I seem to learn along the way is that He is the real author, as much as I want to be.
Manning says that Jesus "chose to enter your broken world and limp through life with you."
Wouldn't that be like God, as I limp along, to show up each time, with each start, and remind me He's there with me?
I can't do everything. You can't do everything. We are broken people. It does me well to remember I need him, every single day, in writing and in life, when I think I can figure it all out, or can bring everything to the table.
I can bring him all my hopes and desires, all my pride, my flaws and my sin, my distress and the places I hurt, and all the places I limp.
You'd think it would be the long walk home that would change this heart. But maybe it's the welcome I receive with every start.