It is okay.

It is okay.

Can you hear that? Do you know that?

It is okay. 

It is okay. 

It is okay when you drop a ball you've been juggling because your hands aren't able to hold what they once could. You can pick it up later, or just let it lie there until someone else leans over to grab it.

It is okay when you don't know what to do. When you can't figure out what kind of discipline to use with your child, or how to get a project done, or how to find and keep up with friendships, you're not failing. None of us really know what we are doing.

It is okay to not follow through on a resolution. You can try again tomorrow. Or you can decide to let it go. Either way, you can choose what is best for who you are today, which might not have been what was best for who you were yesterday.

It is okay when other people are successful at something you've been dreaming about doing. What they have accomplished does not diminish your abilities or potential. When we work and create, we are not fighting over table scraps, we are growing a garden. More seeds planted and more ground cultivated means more life for everyone.

It is okay when you are not good at something. It does not mean you are not good at anything, it just means you are not good at that thing. Let someone else do what you can't do and bring the gifts you have to offer without shame or regret.

It is okay to get to the end of the day and choose Netflix or chocolate or wine or a bath or whatever else brings a smile to your face and relaxation to your body. Sometimes just making it to the end of a day with hair still on our heads is cause for celebration.

It is okay to ask for help. It is okay to receive help. It does not mean you are needy or can't handle something you should be able to handle. It means someone else sees you and wants to love you. Let them.

It is okay to change your priorities. New challenges, opportunities, and relationships may pop up and shift your schedule out of whack. You don't have to keep doing everything you were doing for the amount of time you were doing it and add more. You don't have the ability to stop time but you do have the ability to rearrange your commitments.

It is okay.

You are human. You are more than okay. You are a wonder and a masterpiece, just as you are.

The Power of Choice, in Love and in Worship

It's a song that stops me on my scroll through radio stations every time I hear it. I'm fairly certain that if my husband and I were getting married now, instead of 15 years ago, it would have been the song for our first dance.

I Choose You by Sara Bareilles.

Is it caught in your head just by seeing the title in print? It's a catchy, sweet, and fun melody, sung by a voice I love. But more than any of that, I love this song for the lyrics

My whole heart / Will be yours forever / This is a beautiful start / To a lifelong love letter / Tell the world that we finally got it all right / I choose you...

She's right, even though I'm not sure she meant all of what I see in the lyrics. The best start to a commitment of love is to recognize that love is a choice, not just a feeling. After 15 years of marriage, I see that more clearly each day.

After all these years, there are many days when I still have butterflies,warm fuzzies, and any other greeting card sentiment you want to use to describe what happens in us when we are flooded by feelings of love. But there are other days, when we are fighting, or I am frustrated, or life feels overwhelming, when love is more of a choice than an emotion.

I think that's a good thing, actually. If love were based soley on emotions, I don't think I would have as much freedom to be honest, really honest, about how I was doing. I would be too worried about how my feelings would upset my husband, and how I would need to keep making him happy in order for him to stay with me.

Our love has grown deeper and more real the longer we have kept choosing one another.


My heart, O God, is steadfast;
   I will sing and make music with all my soul. - Psalm 108:1

Like a song that stops me on a scrool through the radio, the word steadfast catches my attention. It sounds so churchy. I can't remember the last time I've seen the word steadfast in print, unless you count other passages from the Bible.

The Hebrew word is kuwn. The first time kuwn is used is Genesis 41:32, when Joseph is interpreting Pharaoh's dreams. Joseph tells Pharaoh he had two dreams because what was going to happen had been firmly decided by God. God was trying to make it clear to Pharoah that the years of plenty and famine were going to happen, no matter what. 

David's heart had firmly decided to worship God.

We tend to think of our hearts as the center of emotion. The Hebrew people thought of hearts as more. Since hearts are the source of lifeblood, the they thought of them as the source of both emotion and thought. They understood something we often forget: sometimes emotion precedes will, and sometimes will precedes emotion. Commitment means an intertwining of both.


I've sometimes use concepts like steadfast as platitudes. My life sucks but I won't admit it, because I am firmly committed to worship and have joy, no matter what.

When I think of a steadfast commitment to worship God, I think of it not as an empty religious cliché, but as freedom.

I have decided to stick with God no matter what, as He has already decided to do for me. I don't need to worry about keeping God happy so He will stick with me. I don't need to balance myself so I don't overwhelm Him. The security of our relationship is not dependent on unpreditctable emotion.

I can come as I am because we are commited to each other. We choose each other.

Sometimes, I have sing worship lyrics with the fullness of meaning ringing through to my toes. Other times, I sing with longing, hoping the act of worship would draw me closer to the feeling. Still other times, I sing with quiet trepidation, feeling the hypocriticy of words coming from my lips whose sentiments are not echoed in my heart.

No matter how I feel, I keep showing up. Honestly. As me.

I choose God. That is the start of our lifelong love letter.



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