May the wind of the Spirit blow on us, in us, and through us, bringing us into intimate spaces with the Savior. May we open every page of our story to him, and in that fully known place, experience unexplainable, miraculous do-over transformation so complete that it must be born of God.

May we become aware of the subtle ways in which we have been invited to live disconnected from the One who gives us breath. May the act of naming our brokenness not cause us to run, flee or hide, but rather to keep digging in the dirt with a new resolve to make all things beautiful.

May you welcome, and even search for, the experience of the mountain top where your life and faith are dripping with hope and light. But may you be on guard against the temptation that you can build your life there. You must walk down the mountain and into your ordinary yet sacred life.

In our traveling together may we not get wrapped up and occupied with arriving, conquering or going as fast as we possibly can. May we make room to hear. May we make room to re-learn what we think we already know. May God's voice, who guides us to life, be our way maker.

May we become acutely aware of the flavor we leave behind with those we encounter. May we become more diligent than ever in preserving God's invitation into a full life. And may our community shine in a way that it draws people in with its warmth and radiance.

May you go and live with the deep assurance that you've been invited to dwell on God's holy hill. Come all you peacemakers; come you grief stricken mourners, come hungry and thirsty children of God, come tender and mercy filled wanderers, come pure in heart, come those with no rope left. This, this is your dwelling place and together we shall see God.

May you step out into hope; a hope that catches you when you stumble, encircles you when you feel alone, fills you when have nothing left, and surprises you with beauty around every new bend of your life's landscape.

As you journey towards Jesus, the first beloved Son of God, may you give attention and care to the ways in which you are being disrupted. May you sit with and befriend the disruption trusting that it will lead you toward a more complete picture of who God is.

Go church, go and begin in your belovedness. For your belovedness, if you allow it, will turn to streams of justice. And justice will look like rescue from the darkness. And rescue and after rescue will turn into a hope so dependable that you can build a life upon it. Go church, go and begin in your belovedness.

May you dare pray for God to open your eyes to see your next new beginning. May you step with incredible intention, even into the places that are not yet fully known or familiar to you. May you trust that the love of God will lead you, guide you and always surround you.