It's been a year and a half since I have last written on this blog.   A year and a half of being stretched and pulled, built up, humbled, all through stumbling and small, baby steps, struggling and fighting to see grace as it was meant to be seen.   I do not feel as though I have any profound new truths or big growths to show for the last year and a half. I do not find myself full of deep wisdom or steadiness.   Instead it's merely felt like life. Messy, stumbling life. A life in constant, dull throbbing need for the grace of a Savior. For daily grace in daily failure.   I find myself in the tension between deep thanks for what God has blessed me with - home, job, adventures, sweet moments with dear people that choose to love me even at my worst,  and the struggle with restlessness and discontent - in self, in situation, in the slow, painful process of sanctification.   I have held those who have been broken as they cry for hope, crying for a hope only a God they do not know ye...
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