The smells, the colors, the way the light comes in through my huge windows. The way I can hear anything and everything on my porch, the sidewalk, and the street I live on. The huge sliding doors I have, the porch swing that I can't wait to rest on when it gets warmer out.
The way the foundation has settled and the entire house is crooked, my kitchen and how it all encompasses a mix of the beauty of its old age, and the newness of the parts that are renovated; redeemed. Not to mention, since I've rearranged my room, I wake up to the sunlight on my face every day. I love that, I don't like to feel like I'm racing the sun. I could go on for a while about it, I'm simply in love with it. It makes me excited for the old house I get to own and live in one day; the house I get to make my home.
I've found such a comfort in the high ceilings and old wood floors. It feels so quaint, and lately I feel that I'm really starting to see what people mean when they tell me I have an old soul. I've been told that so much, and I've never really found a beauty in it until now. I've had this peaceful and giddy feeling. Like I'm in love with something I once loved but became comfortable with. I've re-kindled a love with simplicity.
I began this blog from something a friend once said to me about being at peace, and holding onto nothing; peace & empty hands. I've found a love, or rather re-found a love for that very idea: peace and empty hands. I've found such a love in imperfection, and I've fallen deeper into a love with the God of the universe. I have butterflies, and I feel like flying. I feel like I should feel when I'm in love, and I'm beginning to wonder if what I've felt before with so many people, so many relationships, was actually love.
In such a beautiful and broken way, I don't think it was.
The Lord, my father, has been showing me so much about what it means to be loved. I've never felt so loved in my entire life as I have been lately. I've seen the Lord's love for me in the way my house makes me feel, the way coffee smells, the way the air smells in Milledgeville after a good rain. He's shown me love in the way that I deeply miss my sister. He's shown me love in the way that I desire so deeply to see Him face to face. He's shown me love in the excitement I get when I think about Bethany and Julia's future husbands. He's shown me love in thinking about what it will be like to hug Jesus. Ugh, that gets me every time. Think about it: hugging the very being that created you and loves you for all that you are simply because He made you. Not because of anything you've done, not done, or do. Sheesh.
Recently, I took a 6 hour road trip to spend a few days with some awesome guys in Nashville. My whole life I've been "one of the guys" and since I've lived in Milledgeville, I actually have legit friends that are girls and care about my heart and get my in ways that my guy friends can't, but it was so nice to spend some time being "one of the guys" again. Its nice to know my brothers need and appreciate me. Thats something I don't get a lot in Milledgeville, and definitely not back home. When I think about being back home there isn't one thing that resembled a shred of community, and that absolutely breaks my heart more that I can explain.
But, thats besides the point. When I was in Nashville, I got to be a sister for my brother, Luke. Goodness, I missed him. I made new friends, and felt an excitement for the rest of my life, not to mention an affirmation that I'm going to move to Nashville when I graduate. I love it there, my heart is placed all over this world: Milledgeville, Nashville, and Estonia. I wish I could be in all three at once.
I suppose now I'm just putting everything thats been on my heart lately into text. I love it. I makes me feel real. Authenticity is something thats lacking in our world, in our communities, and in our friends. So much so that I really don't like going back to John's Creek or Forsyth anymore. I hope the places where my heart is never lose that. It would break me.
Here's what I wrote in my journal last night. I believe that it sums up where I am. In my journal, when I write in cursive, its when I write what I feel that the Lord is speaking over me. For this though, I'll make it italicized. So, here it is:
"I WANT TO HUG YOU.
I WANT TO SEE YOU FACE TO FACE.
I'm due for a LOVE and I won't close my eyes until I find it.
But I'm going to meet you with open eyes; tired and poor with a thorn in my side.
You knew when to pick us off the vine, you'll know when to make our colors bleed together.
All of this waiting in sweetening your heart.
I'd love to see your face, and finally find a place
Only spirits make better wine.
remember 'How to: learn to be loved.'
You're at the 'wait. wait. wait.' part.
I can do this.
you can do this."
I can, and I believe that.
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