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Gratitude Day #12: A Blessing for the Life You Didn't Choose by Kate Bowler
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Join Hyatt for Day 12 of the Gratitude Challenge as he reads a blessing from Duke University Divinity Professor Kate Bowler entitled "A Blessing for the Life You Didn't Choose."
Welcome to the bevy podcast. I'm hired Howard, your host here on the bevy. We have fun, thoughtful conversations with friends. Pull a seat up to the table Hey, yo, what's up. It is day 12 of the gratitude challenge. And today. What I'm really grateful. Four is. The ability for those. Who have gone through. Challenging moments to speak encouragement to your life. And I specifically want to shout out professor Kate bowler. She's a professor at duke divinity school. She's a historian of the prosperity gospel. At age 35, she was unexpectedly diagnosed with stage four cancer. And that caused a seismic shift in her thinking. About wife and her beliefs and what she had been studying. And so she tells that story and everything happens for a reason and other lies I've loved. And I. Highly encourage you to check that book out. If you haven't. She's been posting blessings on social media recently. And there's one in particular that has really resonated With me It's entitled a blessing for the life you didn't choose. Blessed are you when the shock subsides? When vaguely you see a lineup here that divides before and after. You didn't draw it. And can barely even make it out. But as surely as minutes, add up to hours and days here, you are forced into a story you never. Would have written. Let's start you in the Tinder place of wonder and dread. Wondering how to be whole, when dreams have disappeared. And part of you with them. We're mastery control, determination, bootstrapping grit, or consigned to the realm of before. Where most of the world lives. And the fever dream that promises infinite choices, unlimited progress. Best life now. Bless it. Are we in the after loudly, shouting? Is there anybody here? We hear the echo, the shuffle of feet. The murmur of others. Asking the same question. Together in the knowledge that we are far beyond what we know. Show us a glimmer of possibility in this new constraint. That small truths will be given back to us. We are held. We are safe. We are loved. We are loved. We are loved. And best of all. We are not alone. So I hope you find. Some encouragement. In that I hope you find a blessing in that. And I hope. That you remember? That you are not alone. Until next time peace