Realizations

Old Faithful

Grandma in Vegas

I have realized that this trip isn't even mine. It is, but it totally isn't.

My heart hurts so bad right now in so many ways. Tragedy and sorrow and worry--yet intense beauty and conversation and trust. It is weird. I am learning that they can all be combined. Like in the darkest places there is still so much goodness that we don't even notice.

I mean, I have totally known that in my heart all along. But only recently have I been able to recognize it--truly recognize it. And put it to words.

And like how I totally burden myself when i should just be trusting God to take care of things--because I just can't do it.

There is just so much.


We have traveled through country that is so spectacular. There aren't even words for the feeling in my soul passing through Yellowstone and wide open fields and seeing sheep and knowing I'm eighteen and getting bit by mosquitoes and sleeping in the most uncomfortable positions and weeping and having cricks in my neck and talking about God in his entirety and praying and laughing and reading and hoping.


Life is so involved.


Reading Irresistible Revolution has been eye-opening and heart-changing. Sweet Charlotte I can't wait to dialogue with you about everything!


Thanks, God. For all the blessings. For the struggles. For the hope. For the sorrow. For truth and beauty and light and trust. Thank you for the realizations.

And so it is...