Wake up.

I am discovering these days that when I am moved to write, it's better to just say Yes and figure it out along the way.

I think that's a lot of what God asks of us.

Just say yes.

You don't have to have it all figured out.

Just say yes.

He'll hold our hands and guide us and nudge us a little to the left. He'll gently tug our pointer fingers as He leads us into fears both small and large.

He's asking us to take a step. It can be an obscure step.

What He wants is for us to say yes.

Sometimes it's yes to the unthinkable.

For me, it was: Yes, I will take a gap year.

Funny thing -- the gap year is really just one day at a time.

Day by day, Jesus asks me to say yes.

Yes to my job.

Yes to my people.

Yes to a reality that isn't really what I wanted, but I'll be darned if it isn't better than what I wanted.

Just say yes.

Say yes to the fear and the joy and the second by second pouring out of your heart.

Say yes to the things that frustrate you and the things that scare you and the things that light you up and the things that make you cry in all the ways you could cry.

Say yes to the calling and the chores and to your people and to moments you'll never get back. Say yes to the things you have to do and the things you want to do. Yes to sunrises and sunsets and long days and short days and good books and good conversations and hard work that makes you want to beat your head against the wall but is the best work you could be doing. Yes to hope and no to fear but yes to walking straight into the fear and saying You do not own me.

Most of all: yes to Jesus.

He is so beautiful and good.

Say yes to the way He turns your face up toward His, tenderly, so that you meet His eyes.

I can't wait to see what color His eyes are.

Say yes to the way He loves you and wants you to love Him back.

Say yes to the way He wakes you up, physically and emotionally and in your deepest soul and heart and through your scalp to the ends of your hair.

May my response to Him be always only ever Yes.