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The Overflow

This year, as much as could be said about it, I look back and see God’s goodness overflowing. All through it. That fills me with tremendous emotions of gratitude. This year the following life dreams were checked off: 
8) Become great friends with an old man
19) Read the Bible in a year
37) Become a Midwife 
58) Have my first client 
68) Record a spoken word
77) Upload created videos to YouTube (Not artfully done, but done). 

I hope to add several more to that list in the up and coming months. However, this list doesn’t account for the many answered prayers. Let me not forget those either. 

Each year I choose a new word as I go into the new year. Here are a few from the past: 
And now, 2021: Overflow. 
As in: 
o·ver·flow
noun
/ˈōvərˌflō/
1.  The excess or surplus not able to be accommodated by an available space.


We have been anointed to overflow. His mercy, goodness, and love will follow me all the days of my life. He causes my life to overflow. I don’t get it, I’m not good at it. But I want it. Oh, how I want it. I haven’t necessarily chosen that path this year, but He has chosen to redeem it regardless. I failed over and over again, but I’ve taken hold of what’s been put in front of me and He is leading my victory. From my head, to my heart, to my life. May I hold it freely. Freely He gives, freely it spills out. I don’t really know what else to say that matters. 

There’s abundance in overflowing. He doesn’t just meet my needs as I seek His kingdom, because it trickles out to the edges and corners. The widows and orphans. Life to the full. We were never meant to live half full. We were meant to be heavy whipping cream in a world of alternatives. I get to be the real thing. Because my God is the real thing. I don’t want to let my tastebuds to get mixed up for what doesn’t satisfy. I can live secure in a God who is fulfilling. He widens my path, in a spacious place. I still get to do all the normal things I do, yet I get to operate out of that place. Or rather, from that place. A quick look at this past year, quickly reminds me that I have no idea what this year brings. I am however willing to seize any and all of the opportunities that present themselves, when given a season in my life that will soon be fading and may never look like this again. I don’t want to be afraid to say yes, and oh so willing to say no. 

Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks, the life looks, the smile spreads across the face, the confidence returns, the Lord is made evident. I am willing, He is pouring. The world is dry, we are sprinklers. I want to have too friggin much of Jesus that it can’t possibly be accommodated. That there’s just too much that it’s gotta start leaving some water marks. 



As it is each year, I could never know how fitting each word is. Like redeeming the times, for 2020? A time of intentionally buying back what could have been lost? Like cummon! And so, I say it again for this year, I am ever-eager to see what could possibly come from a life from the overflow. With much love, breakfast burritos, fresh air, and clanking of glasses(or coffee mugs),
yours truly, and always, 
hannaH 

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