Seattle
Oh City outloud.
To say the thing outloud.
The frenzy I felt there. Like stagefright. Which I never get. in the beauty
and the horribleness of knowing I'm going there.
I went on a 5 mile bike ride with Isaac through Phinney Ridge to go play Softball.
I went up to bat, i'm not sure I've ever been up to bat. And after like handfuls of pitches I hit one.
OK.
My God!
its surreal, I don't know what it will all look like.
to untie myself.
To start over.
It was sitting in Dwight's office. in very comfy chairs. and there was a way that he asked me about my story and that he listened. And he even said a really good thing, wrapping everything I said well over my tension in leaving Metro and my job, he said something like
"I hope you find a way to give honor to who you are. . .to your story by finding the best way to transition into the next part of your story into who God would have you be."
It was much better than that....
Gosh, I am rusty and not poetical this morning. I dunno what to say.
Is anybody out there?
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
1 comment:
I am so excited for you! The transition may be tough, but well worth it in the end. kisses
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