What a month. What a semester. What a year.
The waffling and flip-flopping and happy-happy to sad-sad and all the little spots in between- the allure of a new place and the gentle tugging of roots in the old. Sometimes drowning, floundering, yet building that new little community bit by bit- back of the mind says its transient, don't hold on too tightly, heart says you never know and some friends are friends for life. Hesitating to make the leap yet again, yet knowing that to stay will not work. struggling with an organized and efficient nature that fights the idea of sitting back and relaxing, yet slowly is warming up to the idea morning by peaceful morning. lots of room to breathe. think. what a gift, really. May. each day- "What do you have for me Lord?" each month. each year. this LIFE.
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