new places and spaces

Hello from my new house.

I moved this week to a cute, 1950s-era, petite 2-bedroom house where I took up residence with my friend Eva. So far I am enjoying my own space + a roommate, and I feel like this is precisely the situation God has for me to grow in during this life season. I’m happy and excited, and still a little stressed, because having my life change – even if the changes are good, and long-desired – has a disordering effect on me for a period of time. Soon enough, I will settle, and I expect to be very content.

There are many other events taking place in my life; thus, I have not blogged lately even though my thoughts have not been scarce. Soon, I hope to be back in the habit of sharing some of them here. Don’t go away yet.

Autumn is gorgeous. Absolutely. Today I am traveling the hour-long distance to my grandparents’ mountain cabin for a retreat. Around fifteen young adults from my church will be there, and I’m sure we’ll have a fun time.

Last night, I had a vivid dream that I cannot adequately describe. My roomie asked me about it while we were walking this morning and I could only answer that it seemed a dream with deep meaning. I am still processing it, but now, as I listen to Brooke Fraser’s “C.S. Lewis Song,” I think my dream was a direct reflection of Lewis’s thoughts, which Fraser puts to song.

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
‘Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He’s coming

Until later, I will keep thinking, living, and waiting. God is present.


One Response

  1. Wow, these lyrics are very poignant. I would like to hear more about your dream sometime.

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