I gave up.

I grew up believing that if I wasn't actively fighting for something, I was giving up. And I hate giving up. In some ways it was good, it gave me the strength to fight depression and hold on when it hurts. But it was also toxic in other ways. I held on to beliefs that belittled me. I refused to give up on destructive people and situations, and in the process I became smaller.

Then slowly but surely, I began giving up.

I gave up on being the caretaker for my family. I realized the best thing I could do for them was let them see me chase my dreams. I found that by leaving I gave them room to breathe and gave myself room to become.

I gave up on my religion. I let go of all the rules, spoken and unspoken, that told me what to do and who to be. I found that outside of that box was an entire world of meaning and depth and holiness. I found God.

I gave up on helping people. I let myself be the helpless one, and in doing so I found that loving will always bring more healing than helping ever could.

I gave up on my dream. In a country I loved with the job I always dreamt of, I decided to leave. Because I realized that the whole world means nothing if you aren't experiencing it with your full self. I'm finding myself.

I gave up on fighting against the current and decided to give in. I'm learning that giving up is sometimes the strongest thing we can do. I found that the flow of this current will take me where I need to go. 

Your head is the last to know.

When you're sitting in the back of an old blue van, looking up at the stars. When your heart starts to beat faster and your body is completely still. In that moment you sense that life is meant to be big and it is meant to be connected.

Your head is the last to know.

When you're praying in a Buddhist temple and suddenly the world falls away. As you get up your body is shaking and deep down you know you are about to move across the world.

Your head is the last to know.

When tears start falling as you listen to a podcast. When you aren't even sure what it is that hit your heart. You have to rewind to find out that they're talking about a place for people who seek like you do.

Your head is the last to know.

When you're on hands and knees cleaning the tomb of a saint. Tears streaming down your face and laughter on your lips. Your heart beats slow and sure, and you know that you are called to clean your own sacred spaces.

Your head is the last to know.

When you're falling for her. When your heart starts racing every time she walks into the room. Your body keeps moving in closer, looking for any excuse to be near her and hear her stories.

Your head is the last to know.

In the moments when your incongruent pieces are sewn together into something bigger. When you become more than the sum of your parts. These moments don't make sense, they never could. This whole experience is far too big for the mind to comprehend.

So eventually you finally begin to let go. You let your heart lead the way and rely on your body to keep you fully present, and accept the fact that the head will always be the last to know when it really matters. 

Take Courage

Richard Rohr told us that the Latin root for courage came from the word for heart. Like we so often do, we made this word small by making it practical. Courage became defined as the actions you took rather than the experience you felt. But really, an act of courage was always meant to be an act of the heart.

And let me tell you, I've learned a lot lately about living out of my heart.

I've realized that courage is found more in the descent than the ascent. It's found in crawling down the mountain rather than reaching the mountaintop. It's found in facing your darkness more than shining your light. It's found most when falling in love and falling apart. Courage is found in the moments that no one ever sees.

Courage is forgetting what you should do and chasing what you must do. It's moving forward because if you don't, you know a piece of your heart will die. Courage is living with a heart that is full.

May we live a life that requires courage.

May we seek situations and people who set our hearts on fire.

May we fight and learn not for a desired outcome, but for love of living.

May we take courage, for courage is ours to take.

Down The Mountain

I went hiking with a dear friend this morning. I had a blast climbing up the mountain. It was hard work, but it was worth it. Climbing up works your body, it challenges you to keep reaching forward, looking at what's to come. Sitting at the mountaintop you can rest in knowing you have accomplished something amazing, you have witnessed something beautiful. The hard part begins when you have to climb down, it's hard on your mind instead of your body. It's the fear of falling.

I think a lot of my life has felt like climbing up a mountain. I kept putting one foot in front of the other, and when the terrain was too steep I would use my hands and crawl. The rocks ahead of me were leveraged to pull myself up, using the future as reassurance as I leave the rest behind.

And it's been incredible. I have had my mountaintop experiences, I have seen and felt things that I will never be able to put words to. I have known all of the light and beauty that exists at the peek of life.

Lately though, I've been climbing down the mountain. That's the painful part. Constantly on the edge of falling. Knowing one wrong step means a painful tumble. Going down the mountain requires bravery.

It's worth it thought. I've realized I can't begin climbing another mountain until I am willing to reach the bottom of this one.

The mountaintop is the most beautiful point, but it is not the most full. Because at the top you realize there is such a long way down, you have so much to lose. It is only when you reach the bottom and look up at all you've been through, the strength of climbing and the courage of falling, then you know that you have conquered the mountain. 

The Most Human of Holidays

I have such a deep love for the Christmas season, I always have. I have a collection of ugly Christmas sweaters, I know where all the best Christmas lights are, and most Christmas songs will make me cry if I listen to them enough.

But lately Christmas has taken on an entirely new depth of meaning for me.

It has become less about cheer and more about chaos...
Less about expectancy and more about defying expectations...
Less about holiness and more about humanity...

There is a certain absurdity and grittiness to the Christmas story. The world expected a messiah who was a warrior, they expected prestige and purity. Instead we were given a child from a nowhere town, born into a shameful engagement and fleeing an oppressive government. It’s messy, scary, and not at all what anyone expected it to be.

But isn’t that usually where holiness is found? In the places that we are most afraid of, where we come face to face with our brokenness, when no one else understands... that is where Christ is found.

Because Christ is so much more than a baby in a manger. Christ shows us that it is possible to be fully human and fully divine at the same time. Christ is evidence that God is found in all of the wild beauty of our humanity.

Christ is holy human.
Christ is wholly human.

My dear friends, I pray that in this Christmas season you find the holiness of your own humanity.

For Those With Eyes To See

I've been struggling a lot with the anxiety of being myself.

I'm learning a lot about who I am, the fullness of myself. I am learning about my fears and my desires, my hurts and hangups. I am realizing that I am so much more than the person I was trying to be. I'm finding a lot of freedom and beauty in showing up as all of me. In this newfound freedom, I am finding I want to tell people more about who I am. I want to stop hiding.

But I'm also realizing that when I step into the light, some people won't be happy with what they see. There is this urge to explain myself to people, to turn the situation just enough that they'll understand it. To say it in a certain way so that they are more likely to be okay with me. I don't want all that I am and all that I've done to be written off because one part of me is out in the open.

I spoke with my Spiritual Director about this today. We talked about Jesus during his ministry. So often he would retreat, he would separate from all of the crowds and go find a quiet place to pray. I imagine in their eyes it looked like he was turning away from ministry, he was running away from people who needed his help.

The reality is that he knew his priorities, he knew that no amount of helping would matter if he wasn't connected to God and himself. None of it means anything without the Source.

So what the crowds saw as a turning away was actually a turning toward what really mattered.

And I was thinking about how he didn't explain this to them. He never had a big sermon explaining and defending why he needed to step away from ministry sometimes. He didn't hide it either though, he would walk away as the crowds watched him. He did what he needed to do regardless of who was around or what they had to say.

He would often say, "For those with eyes to see..." He knew that everyone wouldn't get it, and that was okay. Everyone doesn't need to get it. For the ones who have eyes to see, it doesn't take much to recognize where wholeness and healing are found. For those without eyes to see, no amount of explanation will ever bring true understanding.

So how do I be myself fully, without needing to hide or explain who I am? How do I turn toward God when others think I am turning away? I choose to realize that how others react to me has nothing to do with who I am. It's just a matter of whether or not they have the eyes to see. 

Know

There is this great human desire to be known. We want to be seen in the fullness of ourselves. To believe that no part of us is too broken or too shameful, but that it is all beautiful and holy.

The only desire that seems to rival this is the desire to know. To see another person and know them as an entire universe. To know Love, to know God, to know belonging.

We are made in the image of God, I believe this more and more each day. Maybe more important than knowing the names of God or knowing what God is, we are supposed to know God. To know God on this side of Heaven and in the next, to know God in me and God in you.

And isn't it beautiful to experience a God whose greatest desires are to know and be known, just like us?

I want to know myself, I want to be known, and I want to know you. Because I don't ever want to miss out on seeing another variation of this image of God.