Thursday, September 27, 2007

Here's to the Journey

Truth is a man, a cross and a movement


All that matters in my life
Is to see my reflection in Your eyes
So I raise my glass, my heart now burning
Here's to the mystery, and here's to the journey


I miss sitting on the beach and watching the waves wash into shore. I miss hearing the sound of my niece laughing as she runs. I miss my nephew snuggling up next to me with a bowl of popcorn and his blanky and watching Nemo for the 20th time. I miss sitting around the campfire with my parents and family in our back yard. I miss taking naps with my dog. In not so many words...I miss the only real home I've ever known.

Now, 2 months into my career and on the verge of getting my own apartment, I find myself calling Tulsa home. I've been living with family friends for these few months, getting my feet on the ground and settling into my job as a full time writer. I love my job. I love the community I am part of here. I feel like my lease on life is fresh, even though I have been in and out of Tulsa for 3 years earning my Bachelor's degree and enjoying the on-campus college life.

And I find myself deeply changed, even from the time I turned the tassle on my graduation cap and left Tulsa. It was a golden summer at home in Michigan, almost surreal in its total experience. I got to do many of the things I may not have a chance to do again. I worked at my camp and basked in its beauty and community. I saw the people I loved. I (finally) repainted my room. I watched many-a sunset and took a lot of photos. And most of all, I was able to take time I needed to heal and come around from a lot of things, and to let myself breathe and really enjoy where I was. And then I left it all behind, took a road trip east, then south, then west. Now here I the midst of "the rest of my life."

I've had life hit me like a ton of bricks...between a crazy Tulsa driver totaling my car, dealing with sketchy insurance agents, buying a new car, filing for health and dental insurance and taxes, working out finances, applying for apartments and working full time...I've learned a lot of lessons. And there are so many more to come. I realize more each day how desperately human I am. I'm learning to find God's rhythm for my life. And to think, I hardly scratch the surface on the dreams He has for me.

Here's the mystery, and here's to the journey.


Blogger Shawn said...

Just wanted to say "nice blog," so, um, nice blog...

7:52 PM  

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