Planted
6:19 PMMy blogger app hasn't been working as of late, thanks IOs6. Not that it would make much of a difference. I have not had much time for writing and surprisingly that has been nice. I am full of an ecstasy that only comes from being busy and consumed by community. But every once in a while I find a moment like this to compose a few thoughts.
I am writing from a plane ride back to Tennessee. I was able to spend this past week in Seattle to be a part of my beautiful cousin's wedding. I'm sporting a lovely headache courtesy of the 5 solid hours I spent on the dance floor last night. It turns out my family still has some moves left in them.
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Where did I leave you last? Oh yes. Well since then, a few thousand miles has passed. After a whole lot of fried fish and a summer of refocusing, I trekked back to Lee University. I wanted to share a few excerpts of my experiences/thoughts in the last few months since I have left the Island and entered back into the real world.
The Roadtrip:
My road trip back to school was composed of a string of roadie reunions. And roadie reunions, man, they are a good thing. To me, it provided closure for that season of my life. And a reminder that the things I loved about tour are still possible to find among a group of people who still carry that adventure with them. Like Danny Ramos, a middle school history teacher who still makes his bed into a fort. Or Natalie Blanton, who lives in the valley but makes daily trips to the mountains. Every state we pass ushered me into a new time of re-entry. There is indeed something about having miles behind you and miles ahead of you, beside a good friend who can understand your silence. And somehow, just like that, my Washington plates became a rarity..jpg)
The Roommates:
A few weeks ago, I got a bed. And everytime I walk in and see that bed frame, it is a reminder that I am planted. I love this nest. It is always full of good people, a cute babies laugh, a constant stream of Gossip Girl, and most importantly, a group of girls who find just as much enjoyment walking around in their underwear and big t-shirts as I do..jpg)
The Rug:
The first week of school, I went to Big Lots. I bought a rug there. My roommate and I bought it, thinking we were purchasing a full floor rug. One that would cover our cold wood floor in the Winter. To our disappointment, the rug barely made use of 1/4 of our floor. But we left it, a funny little furry thing in the middle of our room. Even in the past few months, this rug has experienced a good amount of world. In fact, I am writing life on it right now. I would not give this rug up for anything because as small as it is, it can fit me and a good friend and sometimes that is all that matters.
Sometimes I feel like I only take up 1/4 of my potential. My biggest fear is someone expecting something of me only to find me an inadequate use of space. And then I have a God who sees my inadequacy but instead of taking me back to Big Lots, he uses me in ways larger than my potential. What a glorious God we serve.
The Resolution:
"The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun"-into the wild.
I am certainly planted, but never stationary. Let me know if you ever want to swap stories. I would love to see life from your horizon. Thanks for being.
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