Well, part of that process has been the desire and the need to discover and create my own place. I can't quite explain the feeling. Not just a sense of "it would be great if _______ [I had my own room, more bookshelves, etc.]," but an urge that this year I must discover who Christ is through me - and that it would require a wider space to cultivate and become.
There's been a process. There's been a search. Waiting has become a disposition in the last 8 months - quite a difference between a temporary hold and a distant call. I had been in that tight space, knowing there was a wide open one waiting for me, like I had been waiting for it.
Then, just before Memorial Day Weekend, word came that just that place may exsist. In between the chorus and the bridge at Mumford Live that weekend, my good friend Cami leaned forward and said, "I think this is the closing of a chapter..." It was true (for both of us).
|[I will wait...]|
Now, after hearing and waiting and becoming - it's here and it's real.
This weekend, my best friend and I are moving to a lovely little space near the lake. She's been in a similar process, and, honestly, this place is more than we could have hoped for. It's a new beginning. A white canvas, if you will.
|[This isn't a firework (duh), it's just a sparkler... but it's white - and I took the picture :]|
I can't wait to share more with you (yes, there will be pictures). But I'm grateful I could finally tell you about this particularyly bold and shimmering firework.