Do you remember the timelines teachers always had you make in elementary school history class? The Egyptians took over in this year, the Roman empire fell in this year, the Byzantine empire thrived in these years. Revolutionary War, American-Indian War, Civil War, World Wars, etc. etc.
Lately I’ve been thinking about timelines. Timing is a funny thing. I’ve found I have created my own timeline for when and how I think I need to do things. I’ve also found the world has its timeline for when and how it thinks I need to do things. And then God has a timeline. All these timelines don’t usually match up.
I didn’t particularly want to stay home for an extended period of time after I got back from Thailand last year. But I ended up staying for nearly a year and a half. And I’m thankful I did. I somehow found the greatest group of friends…friends who make me laugh constantly, who encourage me, who take care of me so well.
Saying goodbye is no fun. But they’ve made it a celebration.
People, I am so loved. So taken care of. So protected.
I’ve been running myself ragged the past few weeks, trying to cram as much goodness as possible into my last weeks at home. I’ve visited dear friends, worked lots of (early morning) hours at the coffeeshop, drank too much coffee, stayed up late for Tuesday game nights, and watched my way too-adorable-for-her-own-good niece on my days off. Continue reading →
I have so many unpublished blog posts I’ve written in the past couple weeks sitting in the queue that I could send into cyberspace tonight. My computer and my journal are full of words, and there’s even more thoughts flying through my head and my heart. But I’m having trouble hitting the publish button. So for now, those blogs will stay in the queue.
I haven’t been writing much lately. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can count the number of weeks I have left at home on one hand, and there are so many other things I’d rather spend my time doing.
Like making coffee at 6 a.m. for all my favorite regulars.
I’ve been stuck in the 23rd Psalm lately. Its comfort and its promises are soothing, are filling me with peace. The past couple days I have been especially struck by this line:
“He guides me in straight paths for His Name’s sake.”
A book I’m reading by Rabbi Harold Kushner says the Hebrew phrase “straight paths” has a more complex meaning than the English translation conveys. In Hebrew, “straight paths” literally means “roundabout ways that end up in the right direction.”