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Lifelines.
This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery

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Flashback Friday — Twenty-four

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At 15 years old I was a sophomore in high school, a rifle shooter with dreams of Olympic gold and an avid Switchfoot fan. I even went to see them in concert that year at the Kentucky State Fair. It remains one of my all-time favorite concerts.

Last night I decided that today would be flashback Friday and that Switchfoot would play the soundtrack of my day.

So this morning as I was jamming along with Jon, Tim, Chad and Jerome (Switchfoot’s band members before Drew came along), the song “Twenty-four” came on.

As a 15 year old listening to this song I couldn’t imagine being 24. 

But here I am.

And the song makes sense.

Praise Jesus that He’s raising the dead in me.

Favorite lines:

Life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago
Still I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’
And I’m not who I thought I was twenty-four hours ago
Still I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’

I wanna see miracles to see the world change
Wrestled the angel for more than a name
For more than a feeling, for more than a cause
I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’
And you’re raising the dead in me

Here’s to not copping out.

Twenty-four — Switchfoot

Twenty-four oceans, twenty-four skies
Twenty-four failures and twenty-four tries
Twenty-four finds me in twenty-fourth place
With twenty-four drop outs at the end of the day

Life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago
Still I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’
And I’m not who I thought I was twenty-four hours ago
Still I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’

There’s twenty-four reasons to admit that I’m wrong
With all my excuses still twenty-four strong
See, I’m not copping out
Not copping out, not copping out
When you’re raising the dead in me

Oh, oh, I am the second man
Oh, oh, I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now
And you’re raising these

Twenty-four voices with twenty-four hearts
All of my symphonies in twenty-four parts
But I want to be one today centered and true
I’m singing ‘Spirit take me up in arms with You’
You’re raising the dead in me

Oh, oh, I am the second man
Oh, oh, I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now
And you’re raising the dead in me, yeah, yeah

I wanna see miracles to see the world change
Wrestled the angel for more than a name
For more than a feeling, for more than a cause
I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’
And you’re raising the dead in me

Twenty-four oceans with twenty-four hearts
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
All of my symphonies with twenty-four parts
(Oh, oh, I am the second man now)
(And you’re raising the dead in me)
Life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
Still I’m singing ‘Spirit, take me up in arms with You’
(Oh, oh, I am the second man now)
(And you’re raising the dead in me)

I’m not copping out
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
Not copping out
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)
Not, not copping out
(Oh, oh, I am the second man)

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