My last month has been full of moments like these. It is in the moments of pure treasuring that I find it impossible to write. Impossible to express anything of what I'm feeling. I always wondered what Luke meant when he said "but Mary treasured all these things in her heart" (Lk. 2:51). I can't pretend to understand what it meant to experience what she did. But I am beginning to understand what it means to treasure things in my heart.
It's being overwhelmed by grace from my parents who have showered me with blessings even though I've struggled to express true thanks. Neverending support, laughter, open arms. And a car of my own.
It's the quiet mornings in my light blue-gray car... praying for my students as I make my way to school each week.
It's the excitement of sixth graders when they see me walk in the room... asking when I'll be there to teach them for longer than one lesson.
It's the moments of surprise. When I realize that I love something I didn't know I could ever love. Like middle school.
It's the excited phone call of my best friend shouting to tell me she got the job she thought she had no chance to get... the job she wants to do for years to come.
It's the moment of running down the hall to be reunited with her after six months apart... of living in totally different worlds.
It's in the colorful playfulness of cupcakes for a bridal shower... for the first of my friends.
It's raking leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, going on long autumn walks through sunlit paths, and line dancing in a circular barn... laughing, always laughing.
It's the celebration of the end of a grueling eight weeks of classes, and realizing that we made it through. That the projects that kept us up at night are now over, graded, and rewarded.
It's the light at the end of the tunnel of years upon years of education... and realizing that I may not know nearly close to everything, but I know more than when I started.
It's the wisdom of roommates who encourage, pray, and serve with willing hearts. Preparing for our last Homecoming... trying on dresses, scarves, and collapsing in laughter.
It's the freedom of driving down an open stretch of road at night... hitting the green lights every time... and realizing the grace. the joy. the freedom. of a new relationship founded on friendship. on laughter. on the Lord.
It's the joy of cultures bonded together because of a desire to understand and learn from each other.
It's in a Saturday completely devoid of homework and full of rest, friendship, delicious smells, powerful art, and favorite foods.
It's a dazzling sunset, the echo of ducks quacking on the canal, sandals in November, and a swan flapping its wings against the purple/orange/pink/blue/red sky.
It's in realizing how much we've grown, how much we've changed, and yet how faithful our God is.
It's relishing grace. Relishing the beauty of each day. Awaiting each day eagerly as a gift and celebrating whatever today holds... despite the uncertainty. Knowing that my God gives good gifts. So even though the gift is uncertain, it is still good.
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