Last year I misplaced a book in our house, at least that’s what I hoped. It is a copy of Thumbprint in the Clay by Luci Shaw, one that she signed and gave to me when I was at a writing retreat in 2016. It was my companion during Lent last year. I read through it slowly, savouring the words and ideas. I read it at home, I kept it in my bag, I read it in the car at school, and somewhere between getting in and out of cars and bags and bookshelves, I lost it.
This was June last year. I searched. I looked on our bookshelf, in drawers, in our bedroom and in the car. I couldn’t find it. I started praying about it and told God repeatedly how much this book meant to me, how devastating it was to not find it. I asked God to lead me to the book. Please, I begged.
Six months went by, and nothing happened. Every time I thought about it, I could feel a swell of anxiety and sadness welling up inside of me. I felt so silly for not taking better care of it. During one of the last few evenings of 2017, I went to bed with the book on my mind, asking God again for a miracle. Please, help me find this book.
I woke up on January 1 with a long list of things to do because for the first time in years I made many, clear goals for 2018. The list is a combination of matters I want to work toward, habits I want to change, writing goals and home developments. But I will tell you that there is a fear in me when I look at this beautiful spread of plans. Dreaming is not difficult for me, but almost every year in the past few years, we had something big come along toward the beginning of the year that hijacked my intentions. Some years it was the fragility of my own mind, other years it had to do with our source of income, sometimes it was particularly difficult seasons of parenting. In March 2017, we dealt with the possibility of a family health issue that jeopardized my husband’s Australian visa application.
I had to look at the possibility of moving back to Europe, and it terrified me. When I think about 2017, my memories are lost to fear. It undid, upended, shook. Yes, there was a recovery, a solid, strong recovery, but a wound that doesn’t bleed still needs time to heal.
When I started dreaming about 2018 a few weeks ago, I will tell you that for every delicious endorphin the dreams elicited, there was another question: But what horrible thing is going to happen?
Will it be a car accident? Maybe it will be an illness for the kids? What if school is a disaster for my oldest? Is it going to be the house?
One of the gifts of these trying seasons is the way they make you stronger. One of its curses is the way it keeps you walking, furtively glancing behind.
But I made my plans, and they are that. Human plans. I made them in big picture and small with tiny pieces listed for January. Last Monday was the beginning. I was itching to start, and it felt good. I pulled Christmas chaos off our surfaces and into boxes, picked up the floors in our living room and moved things back into order.
Our bookshelves are too full, there are rows behind rows, books stacked on top of books and in front of books, but several stray books needed a spot on the shelves. When I straightened some spines that fell over to make room for a giant volume of Tolstoy, I noticed a few books tucked behind the row.
I moved the others aside, and there was my copy of Thumbprint in the Clay, its green cover catching light; God, winking at me. It was January 1, 2018.
I pulled it out, held it to my chest and cried. I couldn’t have asked for a better blessing for the start of a new year. It doesn’t take the fear away, but it anchors me in something bigger. God listens. He answers.
Ask for more.
There is no thing too small. There is no fear too trivial. There is no want too great. There is no miracle too big.
Before everything else in 2018, in all things that will come at us in 2018, when we face the world and all its pain, when we face our lives and the things we fear, in all these things, at all times: Ask for more. Ask Him for more.
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Yay! So glad you found the book! and what a great reminder to not grow weary in asking for big things and having big dreams. thanks for sharing
So exicted to dream with you this year Devi! I love this post and that we persist in dreaming more than we fear.
ps. I am on Day 3 writing (everyday) .
Yes my friend!!! Here’s to creative life together, I’m excited, too!
“There is no thing too small. There is no fear too trivial. There is no want too great. There is no miracle too big.” He really does listen. He really does answer. I love that God gave you this “I hear you gift” to start to the New Year. (And it makes me want to pull out my copy of Thumbprint again too!)
Thanks, Becky. It’s such a good book, right?!
I loved reading this Devi! Thank you for the encouragement to ask God for more In 2018– “because God listens, He answers”.
Thank you fo your post!i’m also fearfulof dreaming..but after reading your post..I’mgonna ask formore! glad you found the book…sometimes or most times those little steps count!
Dear devi, Thank you fo your post!i’m also fearfulof dreaming..but after reading your post..I’m gonna ask formore! glad you found the book…sometimes or most times those little steps count!
Love it Devi! I realised that it’s already May and I can’t remember my dreams and plans for this year! Time to go back and tweak them a little. Time to believe for more.