How Faint the Whisper

I've said a lot of goodbyes this year.

People die. Leave. Change. 

I change.

Sometimes you don't expect things to hurt so much. You live life the same as you always have, but you realize there is an ache that never really goes away. 

What do you do with the ache?

I think all that I do stems from it. My writing, and my music, and my faith. 

They all hurt a little bit. 

And then they reach the sunlight, blossoming far beyond my doubts, and I learn that the hurt is alright. 

“When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!” … “Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will catch men.” So they pulled their boats up on shore, left everything and followed him” (Luke 5:8 and Luke 5:10b).

It hurts to leave everything. The things you used to know. 

But oh. 

The whisper of Jesus saying do not be afraid.

That is worth all of the pain. All of the trials. How faint the whisper we hear of Him, but glorious is the day we hear the whisper. 

The memory of this year aches. 

But maybe it'll grow into the promise of the next one.

And underneath it all.

Do not be afraid.

How faint the whisper.

Amen.

xoxo

See you all in 2015!