As I look back on my journal for the past three months, I see travels and cooking and friends and snowfall and life lessons. January brought an extended weekend trip to Chicago & Remington for time with dear friends and a few days of Chicago-based work, visiting Unilever plants and spending evenings of ice cream and girl talk with Tiera. Soon after I got back, New England got snow and I woke up to a Saturday in white. I made waffles for lunch and for the freezer, did laundry, wrote thank yous, swept, made Minnesota wild rice soup, watched the snow fall, drank wine, and a read a book. That night I slept in freshly washed sheets with fourteen inches of snow outside, and it was the perfect day. From January to February there were car troubles and friends stepping in when I needed them, lessons about what is God's and what matters most. There were Bible studies in James about the power of the tongue and sermons about not holding life too tightly. I went to Rittman for invite-a-friend, a whirlwind of late night driving, snowy roads, and steady friendships, and later to Croghan and Clarendon with the Rockville SG. Later, a spontaneous trip to the beach and sat wrapped in an old comforter with a friend, examining life and its changes.
Two weeks ago, God sent us warm weather -- sun and 70s. And it made me realize how deadened I have been, more focused on plodding through the weeks than praising God for them. I keep a journal and a blog to remind me to appreciate life, to celebrate each conversation and friendship and new experience. And I look back to remember the good times, to keep myself from dwelling on the hard ones. But that isn't to say they aren't there. I hope this writing never insinuates that my life is one of roses. My life isn't perfect, and it hasn't been easy. This is my ninth month on the east coast and there have been tears and tough nights and long phone calls and so many prayers for guidance. I don't often write about them here because I want and need to focus on the positive. I want to look back on these experiences with a sigh and a half-smile and know why God has done these things in my life. And the tough times are all part of this too, but that part of the story is between me and God. I write this note with the hope that anyone reading will realize that words on a blog are never the whole story, and not to judge your life (or mine) against what is written here only.
I'm a twenty-something from the Pacific NW making home in new places as I follow where God leads.
My intent is to show Christ's love to the world and use business to solve some of the social problems we face: hunger, illiteracy, healthcare, economic hardship. For now, I'm in a stage of learning. A little adventuring, a few books, some good friends, and a whole lot of prayer and life runs on.