watching stories I’ve grown up holding dear come to life in an entirely new way, so thankful for the way francine river’s sews her words together & ultimately so thankful for GRACE.
I’m just feeling particularly blessed, because my favorite month started two days ago, and I had time to crochet a whole hat that day, too. And as I was taking the entrance ramp onto the highway yesterday, with the windows down and my favorite music playing, I laughed out loud at the man who felt the need to accelerate a whole ton just so he could beat me onto the highway. And I thought to myself “what a shame that he’s in such a hurry to get somewhere.” But then I remembered a week ago that would’ve been me, and I smiled and said a quick prayer of thanks because THIS is what this season is // was supposed to be about all along. I’m learning balance. God’s making me learn balance, and it’s beautiful, and “no” is ok.
what I really want right now is pretty simple .. only to be hanging out with approximately eighty teenagers and youth leaders in a cafeteria late at night, blasting group1crew, one direction, etc., eating extra popsicles, watching teenage boys eat the hottest peppers they could get at the grocery store, watching another run around in a bear costume, others would be at the opposite end of the room writing everyone they’d met throughout the week an encouraging note, there’d be stacks and stacks of coolers in the corner, and i’d be wearing a red shirt going along with all of it.
that’s all, really.