Last night’s sunset on the beach. It’s been a hot second since the last time I got away for a WHOLE week on a personal retreat. That first time I actually was at a place, just around the rocks from where I am now.
A place where God began teaching me the beginning of learning to rest in love, not strive for it. To let go of what others thought about me, to let go of the expectations I had picked up on my journey of what it looks like to be an “acceptable” Jesus follower.
He keeps peeling back the layers, showing me how deep my trust issues go. So thankful he is slow, and gentle. Yup, two years later we are talking about the same things, trusting him and shedding my fears of pleasing people.
This morning after breakfast I heard his quiet whisper, inviting me to come for a morning swim in the ocean. No one was out there. The water was clear and warm. I wanted to swim around the rocks and see the shoreline at the last place I stayed, but I was too afraid to go that deep, where I couldn’t see what was beneath me. I felt his invitation to explore my fear. I stood on my tip toes, water at my neck probing different angles of my fear.
The invitation to trust him was there in front of me. Then I found my body moving forward, without my mind’s consent.
He’s still leading me where my trust is without borders…