Making Room For This Place

Wednesday Notes

For the past 12 months, I’ve been searching for that place—the one you’ve been searching for, too. The one where the to-do list is done, you feel rested, and everyone is kind. Where you don’t need to have hard conversations and your living room looks like the Anthropologie store window during the Christmas season.

My prayers consist of silent long walks where I keep pointing God to the version of myself that has fewer scars. I want a story where I don’t carry grief, and innocence is still a part of my personality. However, I’m rational enough to accept that this place looks different. It has strokes of beauty and loss intertwined. It’s sustained by grace, one letter at a time.

A few weeks ago, in one of those hour-long walks, God pointed me to notice the trees as the leaves fall. They stay rooted as they lose a part of their beauty, revealing their scars.

Make room

These two words, resounded in my mind as an invitation from God while I stood alone in the middle of the park. It was God reminding me, that just like the trees make room for this season, we can make room for this place.

I don’t have answers, but this place is teaching me that hope replaces any answer we seek. Some days hope feels strong and at other times we might have to fight for it, but hope will never put us to shame.

I notice the trees again. Maybe the hope for new beauty is not in the next spring, but in the truth that every season holds its promise.

This must be the place

The place we try again, the place we fail but find a story, the place where God shows us the way toward perfect grace.

Talk soon,

Stella