I'm still in the waiting of building life. It takes so long. It's painstaking really. Can't it just be a year from now? There is some fun in getting to hear every one's stories and who they are. I love to hear people tell stories about their lives that they love and know they are telling to first time hearers. They get more excited. And I like being a little mysterious. I won't get to be that much longer.
It's been a delight to get to enjoy a North Carolina spring in a slow way, especially as it turns to summer. Reading lots of books, taking lots of walks, watching movies and being overcome by the magic of lightening bugs-all to the soundtrack of good southern music. I was able to stow away last weekend for some fam time at the lake. I caught four fish with my dad, tried to canoe with my mother (it didn't go so well, but we had a good laugh about it and I only have one wound on my leg), and did word puzzles with my grandfather. My chaco tan is developing nicely and the Lord is continually sanctifying and restoring. It is beauty.
The past two weeks have revealed ghosts of the past. In some ways it has been much easier than I expected, in some ways worse. Regardless, I see God at work. My heart doesn't ache in the same way it did about these things, mostly because hope has taken root. I'm thankful for people in my life who continue to speak truth to me and are honest with me. I'm thankful for their love and gentleness. Mostly for their time. The Lord has always been good to me by surrounding me with people who love Him deeply.
I think in this is the "hallelujah." The ho-hum of everyday and His love, mercy and faithfulness weaving itself in all things-the good and the bad. That's what I hope for my summer at least. To continue to breathe in and out a hallelujah as I wait for Him.
