It felt like we lived a whole life this last weekend. From highest highs to lowest lows, we survived but I'm honestly not totally sure how. Well... I do know how. It is one of the greatest gifts of my life to have people around to throw out a life preserver when drowning seems inevitable.
“We stop, whether by choice or through circumstance . . . We wait for our souls to catch up with our bodies.” -Eugene Peterson
That was me last night.
This day has been a Tuesday. Meetings and phone calls and the mundane things of life. But in the middle of the afternoon I got an email that let me know that my application for ordination had been approved. And just like that, nearly eight years of work came to a conclusion. Maybe not the one I would have first thought, or dreamed of, or even thought I wanted. But it is done. My soul caught up with my body.
And now I move forward, blessed beyond belief by the growing community of faith that surrounds me, thankful beyond measure for the legacy of faith that raised me to be who I am, scared beyond words by the enormity of the tasks that lie ahead, and firmly standing in the center of this surprisingly, beautifully, awe-fully wonderful life.
A friend posted a quote from a book she was reading this morning, and I had no clue just how applicable it would be by this evening. Emily P. Freeman, in her book "How to Walk into a Room." said this about the journey of astronauts:
"Just because re-entry is difficult doesn’t mean they’re doing it wrong. On the contrary, that bumpy, fiery ride is not a mistake. It’s the actual way home.”
I feel that tonight. This weekend was reentry, I guess. It was bumpy and fiery and felt all wrong. But here I am... having found it to be the way home.
I love you, friends.
And I am oh so thankful to see you here on this side of the trip.



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