I’m supposed to be writing cover letters right now for a myriad of jobs that I need to apply for this week. Instead, I’m sitting at The Buzz drinking an extra-hot Red Symphony (be still my heart!) and thinking how ridiculously fast life changes, how impossible things happen in a heartbeat, how one day you wake up and you’re on a completely different path than you ever thought you would be.
It’s those moments that stay suspended in time, those moments that mark us – the moment you hear that a friend has died, the moment you find out that a family member is in the hospital, the moment your heart shatters to the floor in the face of unspeakable pain, the moment God speaks directly into the darkness, or like has happened to me most recently – the moment an amazing man of God walks into your life and sweeps you off your feet.
I feel like so many of those moments have defined me. They have shaped me, altered me, caused me to look deeply into myself, caused me to chase after God with every last bit of strength I could muster. These moments have made me realize just how fickle life can be. In one moment, one blink of an eye, one *beep* as an email arrives, in the time it takes for a door to open, everything can change.
I’m in this place right now where life is changing at breakneck speed. I was supposed to be in England right now, en route to the Holy Land. Instead, I’m applying for jobs in Vancouver, planning a trip to Portland to see my man and realizing just how crazy my life really is.
I’m still discovering why I wasn’t supposed to go back to the Middle East, still discovering what happens next. I’m loving this new season of relationships, even as we are separated by 608 km (not that anyone is counting, right?) I’m enjoying all the things God is revealing to me in the midst of all of this.
And I am reminded once again of the need to still my heart, quiet my soul and just listen for the voice of the Holy Spirit. He has this. All of it. He has me. It is well with my soul.