LANDING SOFTLY

I realized recently that many in my community of friends are weary jet setters who are so used to the transient life that they are having a hard time "landing." In one humourous conversation with two of my friends who'd just returned to Canada, one of them said she had a hard time grasping the idea that she had just signed up for a 3 year phone contract. My other friend piped in and said, "Yeah, I just signed a four year car lease!" I looked at both of them and said, "I know. I just got married."

IT'S OVER MY HEAD

Last night, Tim and I watched The Devil Wears Prada. I see similarities between myself and Andy, the main character who cared nothing about fashion yet found herself working for one of the biggest personalities in the fashion industry.

I have a husband, a home and a secure place of work. And I live in a beautiful city with many good friends. While many people I know have asked for this kind of life, I never did. I honestly wasn't chasing after this life. Sure, deep down I longed for it. But I was expecting something completely opposite to this, actually. Just over two short years ago, I was gearing up for a future of singleness, moving around and much transition. And I thought I would be living in pollution central.

God has a funny way of interrupting my plans. I realize that I often expect the worst of Him. As if it wouldn't be right if He gave me a life that met my needs. As if I should only think that the hardest path for me to take would be the one He would pick out for me. I subscribe too much to the "deny myself" camp without really believing that Jesus loves me.

I forget His grace.

What puzzles me is why someone like me who wasn't even looking for these things, gets them, while so many others keep wishing.

The answer to that, I suppose, is also His grace.

But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

~ Matthew 6:33 ~

NEW RHYTHM PLEASE?

I don't know if anyone is even reading this blog anymore. My posts have been very slow as of late. The interesting thing is, it doesn't concern me anymore whether anyone reads.

Now that my wedding is over and I'm relatively settled, I want to write again. I miss my times of thinking and gaining new insights.

I'm longing for a new rhythm for my days. I feel like I've been living on the surface for too long and I want to go deep again.