So Much More Intriguing than My Dreams

This is an exciting new time for me. I’m both nervous and eager. Tomorrow I will wake up and take a long steadying breath of morning air, make delicious coffee direct from Ipanema, and kneel by my bedside to pray for the habits, hearts, and lives of some people who are very dear to me. But can we just pause and talk a little about mornings? Well thanks, because I love them. Granted, I love the idea of mornings far more than I instantaneously love the impure thrill I feel from waking up before the sun sweeps the horizon. And yet I do fantasize about them, so that has got to carry it’s own weight, right? Mornings for me are almost exactly the same as nights. The only difference is that at the beginning of mornings I’m not thinking about night and all it entails. I am, however, thinking about all the new beginnings this season has already sprouted. There is freedom in these thoughts.

I’m taking maymester and summer classes, and that is something I’ve never done before. I am joining in an apprenticeship with some fantastic women and leaders at 12 Stone. Beyond that, I just sense a new direction in life. Not to say that I have made a blatant and outright decision to change the course of my future, but there is still the sense that gears are shifting and whatever is on the road up ahead I will either love and learn from or hate and learn from. However, I refuse to swerve. I won’t be fearful of change. I welcome it with open arms and in eager anticipation of new challenges. The presence  or absence of change is something I bare in mind while I send up my own telegrams tied to red balloons towards the clouds.

On a different note (but not one I’ve never played before), there is something that is strumming my thoughts and I can’t avoid mentioning it. Tepidly I say, for fear of striking the voice of Paul Young in your thoughts for the duration of the day, love is in the air. It’s actually lovely to watch, because, as much as all of us desire to one day have our soulmate, secretly it’s not something I mind abstaining from for a few more years. You see, this gives me the freely thrilling benefit of hands-untied-observation. And that, my lovely compadre, is something I am always inclined to do. Because! I am an observer. I’m a flight-risk really haha. But, it’s lovely to engage in, encourage, and watch God move in the fantastic lives of others while staying completely free myself; free to be immersed in God’s place in my heart, my family, college, career and such. I know I know… that sounds somewhat off-kilter to you. But you have to admit, it also sounds somewhat thrilling. Try to see it from my bias =)

Now enough randomness. I’m headed to sleep. For tomorrow, I begin a new day with new possibilities, the same cup of coffee, new lives to touch, the same immeasurable unfathomable God, and the ever-redeeming new gift of love.

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