I spent the last few days with some of my most favorite people tucked away in a safe haven in North Carolina. Trees burning, blazing orange, red, gold all around. Sometimes He needs to surround us with burning bushes that remind us who we really are and call our own hearts to come forth. In the flame of His grace, every distorted perception of our own selves burns up and away.
I am so grateful for the people in my life who call me higher and deeper into Who He is, into who He is forming me to become. This last year has been one of the hardest of my life. But even through some pretty unimaginable circumstances, I am watching Papa weave His story into the fabric of my journey.
A story of giving up my rights to a title, to a job description, even to my own legacy in order to make some absolutely necessary hard choices for the best interests of many I dearly love with all my heart. And in this laying down on the altar of His grace miracles have unfolded. That’s what leaders do. They lay down their rights and choose the choice that is what’s best for those they serve and love. Even to their own pain. Often so, actually. Love is a costly road.
A few days ago, God wrote finished on my brow and it really is. It is finally finished and I can believe it, rest in it, breathe in deep and not wait to exhale. Now for the new, the unexplored, the better than, the greater than, the immeasurably more than all I can ask, think or imagine. I know now the legacy He is writing in my moments and days will spill forth unto joy. After a year of near silence, I finally have found my words again.
We often have it so backwards. It isn’t title that matters, it’s function. Are we walking in the fullness of who He is calling us to be in the season we are in? Are we walking with authenticity, transparency and integrity? Leaders lead. But they lead from an altar of abandonment to His glory. He is the only one who gets the glory and if anything gets in the way of that, we willingly lay it down. The only position of eternal significance is found laying low at His feet and staying close to His heart. Comparison kills. Celebration creates a culture of legacy and life that burns bright above the storms and clouds.
Tonight I celebrate. Him and you. From the unpaved road here in Florida, remember: You. Are. Loved.