Work, School, Moving, Running, and Friends?!
How does a person who… works 37.5 hours per week, has 9 credits of grad school course work, is training for a 1/2 marathon on Feb. 13th, and moved into a new house last weekend… have time to sleep or breath?! I’m not sure… but I’m desperately trying to figure it out.
I have been told that the meaning of life is to find truth in the mystery of every passing second. If life were a game of racket ball… I am the beginner racket ball player watching the little blue ball of time fly past my heartfelt swing, only to pelt me in the back.
A song that was relevant to me when I was younger for a different reason, is replaying in my head… lyrics from This Mystery by Nicole Nordeman:
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
I rise and rest, I do my best
When will it ever be enough?…
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we’ve colored in
Brown and grey from day to day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
hi stranger.
just saw your beautiful face on FB and thought I would read your blog
It’s hard to breath sometimes, but think back to a day when you were looking out into the ocean and were struck by the simple awe of how vast it was. . .then remember that God MADE that ocean just as He made you. Beautiful, Perfect, and Matchless. I hope life is happy and blessed for you. . .love you!
Eva
What INCREDIBLE encouragement this morning!!
First was the sun that came out through the freezing Nashville weather and now I get to the office and check my email to find your heartfelt comment. Deep connections made with people in life do not know the bounds of time or distance… thanks for the reminder. Love you too!