A work in progress

Hello again internet world! It's been a few months, but not for lack of trying. I've spared this particular outlet from the mess of emotions and thoughts that these last months have been. My journal was not so lucky. The highlight events are pretty significant: an international move and an on-going career change.  The spiritual, emotional, and physical effects of these events bring about daily victories and defeats. And the lessons I'm being forced to learn....where do I begin? Waiting.       "Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!" Psalm 27:14 I'm taking a break from teaching because I feel beat down and exhausted. My current circumstances are unique in that I have the resources and family support to take some time to retreat, to renew my mind, body, and soul. I get to wait and look to Jesus to mend my brokenness and show me the next steps to take. Thank you, Lord, for this precious gift of time to recover. An...

The infinity of God is a curious thing. I know it will remain a mystery since I am a finite being. Even more constricting, I’m a finite being with a compulsion to analyze and organize. That works out just fine when I’m looking to make connections with a few variables. But God has infinite variables that connect perfectly to include a master plan for the universe, which involves details about my role, purpose, and place in that universe. When I feel unsettled within my role, purpose or place, the vastness of His being and His plans overwhelm me. I attempt to sort out the single aspect of God's identity that will give me clarity and direction. I usually find countless aspects that could send me down multiple avenues, all of which could be "right", crippling my comfort zone of sorting through the options until I've chosen correctly. So I wander, seemingly aimless, begging to be told what to do so that I don't have to bear the responsibility for choosing poorly.  Du...

Not sure about the rest of you, but I keep waiting to feel  like I'm the age that I actually am. "Thirty-five" sounds mature. Confession….I don't feel  mature. I feel like I need to rebel against my age. Am I alone? I see this picture. And I think about my chosen career. I should feel  my age. But I don't. Maybe someday I will. Maybe. 

Only pictures today. These are snapshots of my current home through some changing seasons. Each of those seasons hold both joys and sorrows. Each snapshot holds a season of lessons learned, memories made, and gratitude that God is faithful, no matter the season of my heart.