Author: Lindsey

Day 4 in our new “home.”

The drizzly morning quickly gave way to an afternoon mist. After peeling ourselves from our books, my dad and I pulled on our rain jackets and set out into the damp air. Though I managed to avoid the water pooling on the sidewalk, the sky confirmed I would return home wet.

*one month ago*

I am drawn out of a daze to look around at the boxes in my room. Each room holds a share of fond memories that I will soon have to leave behind. I walk along the hallway and remember the laughs and tears, the hugs and frustrations that have filled our home. Here is where I my energy soured, and crashed. I’ve loved our country home. Yet, there is so much more ahead.

So much more.

*For the next month, I will be doing something a bit different. In addition to my usual Sunday posts, I will also be posting journal entries every Thursday, chronicling our extended move. I hope you enjoy having a peek into my not so everyday life.*

Leaning upon the smudged glass, I stared up at the endless night sky, looking for a sparkle of light. Whenever I do not want to face the world, I open my window, and find solace in the cool hush of the evening. While my eyes scanned the night for a star, I searched within for a reason to continue. More than a picturesque view, I needed hope.

After a long month, I wondered if I would even have happy moments to share. But I just had to look more closely to see what is always present. More on that next week…here a few joys and changes that speckled my month.

I found the book enveloped between two stacks of notebooks. My eyes had wandered over to that corner before, but I had refused to add another book to my ever-expanding list. After hearing my friend’s excitement over the book, my curiosity caved. A week later, and we began a study through Uninvited. I had no idea how timely my study would be.

The day was bright and the wind was rejuvenating. I pictured the crisp, blue water that I would soon be overlooking and could almost hear the excited waves lapping onto the shore. Running by the lake front was my quiet place where I felt my anxiety lighten. With every stride, I felt more at ease. Even though I ran for pleasure, I ran hard. Some days I felt as if I was carrying a heavy weight that held me back. What pushed me forward was the idea of finishing.

Before I share my monthly highlights, I have a couple updates to share.

As I flipped through my journal a months ago, I folded over a page that I have wanted to share. But first, let me share the back story.

“When communion with God had been one’s oxygen, ones meat and drink, throughout one’s whole life, without a single moment of interruption by sin-to suddenly bear the unspeakable weight of all our sins? Who could survive that? To lose that depth of communion was to die. The great love at the heart of the universe was being rent in two. The world’s light was going out.” [i]