I am, in fact, overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by an unconditional welcome I’ve received. Overwhelmed by joy. Overwhelmed by excitement and expectancy. Overwhelmed by God’s absolute and utter provision at every single turn.

It is impossible to look at how this new season of my life is unfolding and not see a season that is holy (and wholly) ordained. It is tantamount to being knocked over by a huge wave and then carried by its force to someplace different than where you were standing before.

For a 32-year-old I am exceptionally jaded. I’ve walked a difficult road spiritually and vocationally, as those two are intertwined for me. I’m a risk taker by default, but am often overwhelmed by trepidation. A trepidation fueled by doubt that is rooted in shame that was borne out of years of trying (and failing) to prove my value or worthiness to people who didn’t deserve and hadn’t earned the right to be the loudest voice at the table.

There is no trace of trepidation now. There is only gratitude. A gratitude so deep that words seem vapid or meaningless. An overwhelming gratitude that still pales in comparison to the overwhelming provision I’ve been given. It is a provision that fills every need, every want, and every corner of every doubt I could imagine in abundance. Its power is so great that I can do nothing but receive it. I can not match it in repayment. All I can do is offer myself — wholly and fully — in humble gratitude.

Peace be the journey.

The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.

Psalm 16:5-6