Back in May, I described my experiences of discernment as similar to a waterfall back home:
There [is] a hair-raising suddenness, moving from the shaded ledge into the sun, being able to see the river clearly for a moment before tumbling back underwater.
I felt like my summer was suspended. I never really found what I was looking for- even the job at the Roadhouse came just before school started again. When I was home, I felt like I was seeing conclusions to the questions I had raised with my clearness committee.
And now, I feel like I'm underwater. I'm not sure which encourages me more: remembering that I do float, or realizing that I was right back in May. Bouyancy is sweet... being able to say 'I told you so' (even to myself) might be sweeter.
The picture is my favorite of several that I took while at home.
2 comments:
Remember that you float.
Remember that you have friends who can pray for swimming lessons, or at the very least, floaties.
Floaties. Orange, marshmallow-like, and keep one above water, at least long enough to catch a breath. I could use a couple of those.
Floating is fun, but I'd go for scooba diving. The deeper you go, the funkier the fish you find on your way. :)
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