Monday, October 31
To close two weeks before Christmas.
Or sooner. Maybe.
Who thought on Day 1
of this series that we’d
have a contract on Day 31?
Now we’re having second thoughts.
But I’m remembering yesterday’s tears…
and that anyway it’s not the place
where we ultimately end up
but the Person in whom we dwell.
This move has caused a breaking–an uprooting, a physical tearing of our family. We’ve all been re-potted. We’ve never been separated, and it’s been oh so hard. Yet we’ve also sensed a tighter binding, and we’re re-membering the pieces. Blessed are those whose hearts are broken, for they shall beat as one. The story is not finished.
Hope and I are about out of breath but filled, wheat humming in the rush of our running, hearts pounding alive in our ears. I was born in the middle of a wheat harvest and all this gold will be harvested tomorrow and its kernels will run through our open hands. There isn’t one stalk in this field that’s afraid to be cut.
It’s the broken hearts that find the haunting loveliness of a new beat–it’s the broken hearts that live a song that echoes God’s.
~Ann Voskamp in The Broken Way, p. 271
Today I’ve got a copy of The Broken Way to give away. Just leave a comment telling me which of the last 31 Days of Moving Reflections posts is your favorite (they’re short) and why. I’ll choose a winner the old-fashioned way (drawing names from a basket) on Monday, November 7