I have talked about leaping so often in the last few years that TODAY must have been placed here for me to celebrate … and leap again. You’ll have to forgive me, but this is my day. It might have been invented to correct the bad math of a solar year versus the 24-hour days that makeup a calendar year (thank you General Caesar). But this year it’s all mine.
In order to fully appreciate the possibilities of intentionally leaping, we can look back at the last time this day presented itself as an opportunity.
Four years ago today Steve and I were beginning the head-turning reset of our minds: from relocating the family to Iowa City Iowa to shifting our focus to a totally different life opportunity in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It’s hard to imagine that four years ago I hadn’t even resigned from Chiat\Day yet.
I get shivers for several reasons. Thoughts of some of the people that moved out and in and out of our lives in this last season cause me to shiver.
But the part that really sends chills across my skin is what God has done with our hearts: He’s protected and carved and strengthened and lifted us from self-sufficient messes.
Who knew that in our submission to His will, we’d willingly rip open the hard places in our hearts? Who knew that in our desire for depth and truth, we’d need to carve out our demons and look at them each head-on. Who knew that through our obedience to grow and leap, we’d experience greater joy within the climb than we ever imagined.
And we are still climbing, in order that we can leap. (It’s truly habit forming.)
Ya: crazy. We didn’t know what we didn’t know. Now we’ve been immersed in a wholly new faith-centered life. Which, by definition, means constant chiseling and [painful] revelation, and immense joy. Ha! To the glory of God!
This day doesn’t exist for another four years. I have no clue what the next February 29th will hold, but it’s thrilling to dream, since now we dream bigger.
