Year One hasn't made it very far. In fact, it may have went backwards. So far back that I don't even know where to start again, not being able to see where 'Start' was in the first place. Is that even possible? Is it possible to get that lost in myself? In my worries of my image? Of me? See all those 'my's? That's just the result of reflecting on Year One. Simply reflecting, and there's all those 'me's. Those 'me's that need to be 'He's.
I want Year Two to be different. I want the words 'Let's pray' to be normal. 'Healing' to be normal. 'Treasure Hunt' to be normal. Like breathing. Year Two has to have life and give life. Year Two has to be alive. It has to Start. It has to Go. It has to be Jesus. Not be made into Jesus. Be Jesus. Incarnate. That's the starting point. That's my starting point. I don't want Year One ever again.
Year Two is here. Year Two is making itself clear in stating that there's no more room for debating, sitting on the fence of my inheritance. I'm either In or I'm Out. Year Two needs that commitment from me. Year Two needs all of me, all the time. It's not afraid to shine. I just need to be okay with that too. Cuz it's Light or Darkness. There ain't no in between. I'm either gonna die out or live redeemed. Year Two won't stand for being ambiguous anymore. It's sure that it's time for ties to break from the life that I make for myself.
And I need Year Two. I need Year Two to bring me to You. Cuz I can't stand putting myself in the hands of those I have deemed worthy of directing my life when that power can only lie in You. I need Year Two. It holds my second chance. It holds my hope for the brighter day I see dawning on the horizon of the beautiful sea I rise and see you greet me with every morning.
Year Two is knocking on the door not to come in, but beckoning me to come out and play. Live. Breathe. Move.
Year Two is ready.
Are you?
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