The chaos of a new season of life has a way of sweeping me off my feet. It's not necessarily a frenzy of commotion, but sometimes the rhythmic waves of responsibility (the things I have to do) and sanity (the things I want to do) -- or where the two overlap... an unusually common occurrence in this season of my life.
*time to pause* *time to reflect*
I'm found at the beginning of an end, and believe me when I say that the sentimental moments of reflection have already begun. Moody has been, and is, such a good chapter for me. I wasn't expecting the wealth of emotion that this year has spurred, but I've been welcoming it.
I feel weirdly alive and in a state of anticipation. I want to "leave it all on the floor" this year. I'm putting on my metaphorical waders, because reality is already knee-deep but I just need more.
As RAs we get to set a floor theme for the year. I chose Psalm 142:7...
“Bring my soul out of prison,
So that I may give thanks to Your name; The righteous will surround me,
For You will deal bountifully with me.”
It has become my anthem in all this, chaos and otherwise.
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