what i know for sure

I must confess: I have been putting off this entry. Today’s post has been in the works in my mind for um… two weeks. Not because of the complexities of material, the poetic details, or intricacies of thought… no… simply because I have NO idea where to start.

I’ve spent the past couple weeks engulfed with information. I’m one of those people who will choose to read about six books at a time. I’ll begin reading a book about humility, be drawn by an author that I love that’s written about grace, receive a recommendation from a person I trust of a book I NEED TO READ NOW (I mean, it’s life changing), all the while, I’m half-way into two assigned books from work, a book I’ve started in a study, and oh yeah, the WORD of God every once in awhile.

It’s gotten to the point that I’m bringing my kindle to “workout.” I place my reader on the front of the treadmill as I walk at a slight incline. Yes, I walk uphill at a slight incline. This coming from the girl who had to do lunges and sprints up the track stadium bleachers at ASU. (If you know the track bleachers, you’ll be impressed. If you are a track athlete, volleyball players probably don’t impress you.)  I still remember running 400’s with my team while some Olympic track and field athletes were training in Tempe. First off, why are volleyball players running 400’s? Secondly, that was embarrassing. As embarrassing as admitting you're a 25 year old that walks uphill for a workout? Eh, it's a toss-up. 

All this to say, the information darting through my brain has made the start of this post nearly impossible. Theories. Ideas. Opinions. Tactics. Practices. Musings. All great. All thought-provoking. But missing one common theme. Truth.

I don’t know much about this life. I know even less about the one to come. But in the midst of jumbled jibber jabber what quietly raises back up to the surface of my mind is what I know for sure. What I’m certain of, and what I base my life around. And even though you may think this entry is one giant contradiction because you think the statements I’m about to make are my opinions, I invite you to dig a little deeper and start dialogue with someone you trust about what exactly YOU know for sure.

The fear and wonder it took to create me is worth writing about.

The grace I call amazing is worth singing about.

The weakness of God is stronger than I’ll ever be.

True love is dying for someone without caring if they ever acknowledge it.

The more trying I do the more imperfect I become.

I know a man that is the same today as he was yesterday. And will be forever perfect.

When I breathe my last, I’ll know true freedom. In heaven with a good and gracious God.

And Lastly, the Chicago Cubs will again win the World Series… (that one’s for my mom.)