It's been an emotionally charged weekend, starting Friday night as I helped the Bradford family, along with about 40-50 other people from liberti, load the truck with boxes and furniture. On Saturday morning I was back at their house, to say a final goodbye before their drive down south. What a somber morning it was in church as I felt the empty void, left by a family loved so dearly by Liberti church. My eyes welled with tears during worship as I thought of the finality of it all and the transition that liberti will be going through over this next year.
Transition. A word I have despised, especially over the last three years as I've undergone through many difficult transitions in my life. Even as I type this entry, I am in the midst of transition (something that is totally separate from what's happening at liberti) and I am so sick and tired of it. I am aching for the day when I don't have to face perpetual change, when I don't have to say goodbye to dear friends who move away, and when I can finally feel rooted in one place. I know that probably will not happen until I reach heaven. But for now, I can only trust and hope. Trust in God's sovereignty and goodness. And hope in that one day I will finally feel rooted in one place.
About Me
- Joy
- I am a woman with a high-spirited soul. I love God with all my heart, mind and soul. I love the pitter patter of rain and the city lights, the quaintness of old brick roads and buildings, and the fresh scent of a hiking trail and the silence of a book shelf. I have an eclectic taste in music ranging from the oddity of Sufjan Stevens to the sassiness of Taylor Swift. I know the difference between saffron and sage, among other things, and I almost know what tumeric is. I believe in the contagiousness of joy and the basic sweetness of life. Nice things often happen to me - answered prayers, flowers from friends, unexpected phone calls from far away friends, the discovery of delectable desert shops, sweet cards and packages in the mail, and laughter till your tummy hurts. Some things I have but don't use as much as I maybe should are markers and crayons, a passport, a somewhat "perfect pitch", a slip-'n-slide, a camera and common sense. I have a big God who loves me, a beagle/french bull dog mix named Georgie who drives me up the wall yet whom I adore at the same time, and three things I prize: warmth, grace and brains.
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