There are seasons in life that come around like a whirl wind. sweeping you up, right off of your feet and suddenly you’ve landed in a new place and the road you took to get there is a quiet blur. at this point in the journey, the steps you take forward are directed less by a feeling and more by a knowing.
And so I move on now, assessing what it is that I know:
I know I have blonde hair.
I know I have parents that love me.
I know I live in a tiny green house with three sweet roommates.
I know there is something hidden in the mountains speaks to the depths of me.
I know that I never tire of being a part of something greater than myself.
I know I get so deeply lost in music… when the time is right.
I know, most fully, that this little life does not have anything to do with me and my tiny dreams.
I am so deeply convinced that the brightness that waits for me after this time on Earth will not compare to even the sunniest of days I have seen in this world.
I know that I am in love with and want to continue to learn how to be in love with my Maker.
I know that in even the most absurd request- obedience to my King is the most reliable and safe step I could ever choose to take.
… and so I walk on into clouds and mist, and maybe even fire, and all the while I am not phased by any of this commotion and uncertainty. I am holding the hand of my Father and that in itself is, and will continue to be, enough to help me walk on. I am a stranger to this world and nothing has ever rung so true in my ears.. this journey has most certainly become less of a feeling and more of a knowing.