the beginning

SnS, outside Georgetown, KY. On way down to Gethsemani for some solitude and getting away before the chaos begins again. Looking forward to being disconnected for a bit, seeking and hopefully finding a different rhythm this week. I’m also seeking direction on specific areas of my life – church and relationships for sure, others as God speaks to me. Ample time will be set aside for listening. And hopefully for writing. Already forgot to bring a larger notebook and, more importantly, a fan. Website said they provided them there – there’s hoping it’s true.

I’m not quite ready to let summer go just yet, but I feel the approaching shift toward autumn and my heart is happy and sad. Summer began, as it often does, with me knee-deep in hope. Love seemed to dance on the horizon and I envisioned warm nights spent discovering another’s depths. Alas, ‘twas not to be. And then unrequited love appeared again with me as the unrequiter. And I would have felt worse had I not been on the other side more times than I can count. Now there’s two weeks left and life is the same as it ever was. Yet I’ve not left hope behind and I find myself willing to take a new step, abandon preconceptions in hopes of discovering love hiding among the ones and zeroes.

But I have more pressing concerns. God called me to help birth a new church and so I seek to know His desire for this new adventure. I have inklings, but I want to know they’re His as well. And I’m praying He’ll draw others. So I wait, something I’ve had lots of practice with, though I’m not convinced I’m still very good at it.

Time to hit the road again. More later. Æ