Simply

“Help me to simply live”

This is the last line of the journal entry I just made. I am shedding something. Something complicated. Shedding some false sense of self, of security, of pride. I realize that this means that a lot will change. I’ve been waiting for it. Expecting it. Afraid of it, and excited for it all at the same time. Maybe this is the Kingdom of God being birthed in me. I’m ready for it. I am pregnant with Hope. Maybe I have been all this time. Maybe its time for her to be born. For Hope to become a substance in my life. Hope is the very thing I have hoped for. For a reason outside of myself to live, for something to give my heart over to.

So here it is. The change of my life, to carry and foster Hope inside of me so that others can meet Her. To let her be alive.

Excerpts from Galatians 4.
But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons. Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, "Abba, Father." So you are no longer a slave, but a son; and since you are a son, God has made you also an heir…My dear children, for whom I am again in the pains of childbirth until Christ is formed in you…Get rid of the slave woman and her son, for the slave woman's son will never share in the inheritance with the free woman's son." Therefore, brothers, we are not children of the slave woman, but of the free woman.