This is coming down to the end now. By that I mean (much less apocalyptically), that this may be one of the last times I post at this URL.
It may, indeed, be the last time. But it’s hard to ever say in absolutes.
Sometimes, these days, it’s like living through someone else’s eyes. When you know you’re leaving a place, when you know that you only have this many weeks left to pack your bags and get your plane tickets and finish whatever it is you hadn’t already done (there will always be something else) and pack up your house… I pale, sometimes, in the coming wake of everything I have to do.
For nine months now, no, make it ten, I’ve been living the good life on a little island.
For nine months now, no, make it ten, I’ve been pushed and stretched in ways that I didn’t think ‘coming home’ would entail.
Constant note to self: stop underestimating everything.
Constant note to self: even the places you think you know the best can hold surprises.
So I drive home in the evenings, looking over the marshy expanse of blue and green, and I let the scene take me in. Because that’s how Charleston wins your trust—its simple melding of blue to green—in every direction.
I think about how things are changing.
And how for once in my life, I’m ok with that.
So start over…
For nine months now, no, make that ten, I have seen the damage that fear does when you let it be your only source of wisdom.
I have been too afraid to try.
But it’s safe to say that safety may remain in every ‘old way’ that I possess, that comfort remains there too, but the upshot of that is that when ‘old ways’ become ‘only ways,’ there’s nothing left to learn.
All that is a fancy way of saying that sometimes, at the appropriate moment, you have to try.
I have had to give over fear.
I’ve had to give over insecurity.
I’ve had to trust that if I do this—Jesus will be there.
It’s so much bigger than you would think.
Like I said, I’ve got to stop underestimating everything.
In close, I am moving to China for a year. I am also moving blog locations. Check back to see when all that’s finalized.
1 comments:
good words.
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