Today is the debut of my blog.  It is the culmination of a long journey, 

one filled with celebrations and laments and questions and longings,

scribbled in notebooks over the course of  a lifetime. 

It is in fear and trembling that I begin writing  in this public space.

Yet, I am learning when God’s still, small voice speaks this word to me: “Write” 

He is not asking for confidence.

He is asking for a Yes.  

Somewhere in the middle.  An ordinary and unassuming place where an ordinary and unassuming girl finds God. 

I am in good company.

Somewhere in the middle of a crowd a woman, bent, bleeding dares to touch a King.  

A thief on a cross looks over at the Man in the middle  bleeding out on His own cross and he dares to say.. “remember me.”

It is Saturday, the day between the Friday we call Good and Resurrection Sunday.   The middle day.

“…for just as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the whale, so shall the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.” (Matthew 12:40)

Jesus is always in the middle of things. He is always at the heart of the matter. 

So we can reach out and touch Him. So we can say, “Remember me, Jesus.”

It is why we celebrate.

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