Today I did a bit of spring cleaning. I need to get my tax stuff ready and there is no time like the present. I organized all the bills and paperwork associated with a year of rat packing. It was great. I love having all my ducks in a row. There were piles all over my bed but they were organized and ready to be filed. I LOVED it.
I found a bunch of history among all the envelopes and papers. Notes from family and friends. Well wishes as I walked through the highs and lows of life. Birthday cards, cards for no reason, postcards from my sister. Words that pick me up and brush me off with their thoughtfulness, and words that pricked my heart with conviction over long ago actions.
One page I came across was where I emailed a stranger saying that I was trying the ring for the first time. Little did I know she would become one of my first friends in Baton Rouge and among the ring. I seem so young in it. I would have been actually a little over 22 years old. The part that jumps out at me is where I'd written "I guess it just boils down to the fact that I had forgotten how hard it was to go to a new church alone."
In community group monday night, we all encouraged each other. The running theme is that I was open about what was going on in my life. I wasn't an open book, but I also don't keep stuff bottled in with them. Its funny to see that I've clearly not changed that much... I was a scared little girl walking through circumstances she didn't understand. I'm not as little nor as scared. I know with full confidence to Whom I belong. The One I was created for walks with me. And He's always good for a laugh, a hug, or an ear.
Although I kind of think He was chuckling at how excited I was about filing all my bills away...
I found a bunch of history among all the envelopes and papers. Notes from family and friends. Well wishes as I walked through the highs and lows of life. Birthday cards, cards for no reason, postcards from my sister. Words that pick me up and brush me off with their thoughtfulness, and words that pricked my heart with conviction over long ago actions.
One page I came across was where I emailed a stranger saying that I was trying the ring for the first time. Little did I know she would become one of my first friends in Baton Rouge and among the ring. I seem so young in it. I would have been actually a little over 22 years old. The part that jumps out at me is where I'd written "I guess it just boils down to the fact that I had forgotten how hard it was to go to a new church alone."
In community group monday night, we all encouraged each other. The running theme is that I was open about what was going on in my life. I wasn't an open book, but I also don't keep stuff bottled in with them. Its funny to see that I've clearly not changed that much... I was a scared little girl walking through circumstances she didn't understand. I'm not as little nor as scared. I know with full confidence to Whom I belong. The One I was created for walks with me. And He's always good for a laugh, a hug, or an ear.
Although I kind of think He was chuckling at how excited I was about filing all my bills away...
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