One year.
Monday, July 30, 2012 at 12:28AM An entire year has passed since we began this amazing journey of sharing our hearts with you. I can think back and remember the thrill of having our first 10 people, then one hundred people, then one thousand people view our writings. I think we even went out for dinner at the infamous Red Robins when we reached the one-thousand viewer mark.
Milestones like birthdays and anniversaries can serve as markers in time around which we remember what has been and hope for what is to come. In this past year the four of us have: come and gone from Uganda and soon London; journeyed through heart break and heart delights; we’ve had fun photo shoots and hilarious T.V. moments; we’ve lost, mourned and yet still worshipped; we’ve spoken and lived out dreams.
On a personal level I have gone from desperately trying to include any one and one time with a man as a mark for our dating competition, to being a long-distance girlfriend and now daring to hope that I have met my match. Despite the starting and stopping of relationships this year I have felt the steady and growing passion with the love of my life Jesus, and for that I am truly thankful.
Reflecting on adventures helps to see that time really does pass us by quickly. Before we know it 29 is gone and 31 is being welcomed. This sense of time-speed demands that we ‘seize the day’ and live love radically and with boldness. This short year also encourages us to be joyful in the waiting and patient knowing that this season too will pass. Learning to see time as it really is, to number our days wisely, gives us permission to dance through the journey and trust that for every season there is a purpose.
Thank you for reading and responding in these past twelve months. We have grown and been encouraged by your comments and attention to the sharing of our hearts. We are glad to have the privilege in encouraging you as you walk out your great story.
Know you are loved.
Live in the joy of being significant and heard.
Bless you.







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