I’m terrible at remembering.
Really and truly, my memory, mostly my long term memory, is so bad. I forget to mail packages or to call the doctor and important dates. But worse than those, I forget memories quite often. I should name it “2017: the Year of the iPhone Calendar” because that calendar was the only reason I was successful at anything.
But often, I just need to be reminded. For the most part, once I’m reminded, I remember. And with that, here are the 2017 tales as told by my Instagram Best 9.
my anthem for the year: life is a gift and the Giver is good. #thelittleminthouse | July 3, 2017
This one. Ah. This moment came after a couple months of some depression. A kind of depression that kept me up at night and crippled me. I didn’t realize this time was quite so raw until I started remembering it now and tears came to my eyes. This reminds me that sometimes people suck. This reminds me that not everyone treats others fairly. This reminds me just how much of a homebody I am. This reminds me that I can seriously derailed when I don’t feel at home. But more than those, this reminds me that the Lord gives good gifts. This reminds me that goodness is on the other side of listening to the whispers from the Spirit. This reminds me that I can be more full of faith than I would have ever thought possible. This reminds me to wait for the best yes.
I was believing every lie. I was begging to be noticed and cherished and worthy. Six years ago, my wailing turned to dancing. I rose up from needing affirmation, needing to be enough, needing to be adored. From sinner to saint, orphan to daughter, wretched to redeemed, old has gone and clothed with joy, I was given a new name. No other fount I know, Jesus. You are better than life. | September 18, 2017
This. This reminds me that the Father is still after my heart. I’m teary again, maybe it’s just that 2017 was a lot. This reminds me that I’ve been set free. This reminds me of rekindling an old friendship and just how sweet that can feel. This reminds me that, more than anything, even in the busyness of the day-to-day, I am deeply, deeply grateful that God saved my soul. I don’t think I remember that one often enough.
the Lord is saying a lot of things in this season. faithfulness is one of those things. my people are getting married 🙌🏽 #MakeHerAMassengale | June 30, 2017
This reminds me that I can celebrate the gifts that God gives my friends without longing for them. This reminds me that He is kindest Father. This reminds me that when I buy in to what the Lord is doing, I could run and sing and dance because of the joy that comes. This reminds me that marriage is good and from the Lord. This reminds me of sweating on summer nights outside under twinkly lights. This reminds me that He is faithful if I’m quiet enough to hear it.
here’s to embracing wildly curly hair, extending grace for all the hard days (and sister, there are lots), and learning to be okay with not being the “adult” I thought I should be by now. big, big thanks to @ashleytstout for reminding me to be happy with the season I’m in. hit her up if you need some snapshots 😻 | March 25, 2017
This reminds me that I’m beautiful. It reminds me that I’m not a size 2. It reminds me that my hair is hard to tame and that’s a gift. It reminds me that grace to myself is just as important as grace to anyone else. It reminds me of Enneagram 1 and the ache that I feel over that. It reminds me of feeling inadequate. It reminds me of being present and how that matters more than being perfect.
In high school, we spent every weekend together. Now, five years later, we can get together and it feels like nothing has changed. Cheers to weddings that bring us all together, cheers to Aiken, cheers to my people 🍺 #LindseyRunsOnDuncan | May 13, 2017
This day. This reminds me of my best friend and the joy in my heart over watching her happy. This reminds me of high school. This reminds me of the gross taste of Old Fashioned cocktails. This reminds me that I’m way critical of myself and I need to work to see myself as lovable. This reminds me tight hugs from sweet boys that have rallied for me. It reminds me of crying over sparkler sendoffs because it meant everything changes. This sings of friendships that really can last. This feels like home.
I’ve spent most of the year being the most hopeful while also the most questioning, the most faithful while the most aching, the most needing of a good Father that gives life. it’s been a season of waiting while I begged for things to move, a season that taught me to say “have it all, Lord”. and now, August. oh August, I think you’ll be my redemption song. and I’m here for it. | August 1, 2017
This reminds me that we live in the tension. This feels like “you can have it all, Lord.” This feels like promises answered in the nick of time. This reminds me of hardwoods under my feet. This reminds me of the sunroom that I was so excited about, the one I need to throw some summer ’18 parties in. This reminds me that home really is so, so sweet to me. This reminds me of hot days and espadrilles. This reminds me of promises fulfilled in ways far bigger than just a roof. This reminds me that even August can redeem some things. This reminds me that the light always wins.
The eclipse was amazing, and I really almost cried when it happened bc thankful for this job, thankful for this university, and so so so thankful for this team. my cup big time overflows. | August 21, 2017
This day. Maybe my favorite day of 2017. This reminds me that God is still in the business of performing miracles. This reminds me of fun and how I Enneagram wing to a 7. This reminds me that my job is such a blessing and that my people are – seriously – the best gift I could have ever received in this season. This reminds me of summertime tans. This reminds me of Welcome Week and being so tired and delirious. This reminds me of laughable puns and Interstellar. This reminds me that I’m living the best life.
Happy November from the 117. ❤️ | November 25, 2017
This reminds me that things die in the wintertime. I’ve spent too much time thinking of how I could photoshop some alive plants into this picture. This reminds me of the blessing that is Baxter. This reminds me how thankful I am to have someone else depending on me. In the most innocent of ways, Baxter has always given me a reason to come home. That responsibility feels perfect. This reminds me that even though he peed on my bed last night, he is worth having. This reminds me that a good contour goes a long way. This reminds me that new friends are sweet. This reminds me that traditional things in a year of change is weird but can still be so good.
Need advice? Get a job with your best friends, and it’ll really feel like you’re getting paid to have fun. 🎉 | October 21, 2017
And this. This series. Last but not least, this reminds me that I have an incredible job with incredible opportunities. This reminds me that working with some of my best friends is amazing. This reminds me that hot stone massage pedicures after a doozy of a week are always a good idea. This reminds me that pricier dresses that are funky and different can also be a good idea. This feels like gifts can come from really unexpected places. This feels like the Lord softening my heart. This reminds me October is good.
Slow tears dripped down my cheeks this entire post. Man. Lol. 2017, you were one for the books. We sucked and we sang. We danced and we fought. We laughed. We drank. We read and cried and believed and stood. We were weird and hard and rewarding. We were something. We lived.
2018, the year I’m expectant. I’ve settled on that word. I want to live as if God really is the God of immeasurably more. I want to live outside of what I would expect of God. I want to see miracles. I want to see promises fulfilled because I wad obedient enough to believe in them. I want to believe that heaven can kiss earth while I watch. Not expecting. That would mean that I’ve got something I need fulfilled. No, I’m expectant and waiting.
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Psalm 62:5