{Five-Minute Friday}-In Between

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Smack-dab in the middle of it. That’s what us southern folks might call it. 1 year down. In the midst of the summer class. The change will affect his life much more than mine, but my futuristic mind has trouble allowing this career shift to just affect him.

In the pull and tension of full time work, night class, weekend clinicals–it’s this in between of what was and what is and what will be. What was a career that was unfulfilled. What is one of the craziest seasons of our life. What will be a life that calls for purpose and flexibility and meaning in career as well as opportunities to serve and love and give beyond what we’ve currently know.

But the in between is hard. Waiting. Listening. Being grateful for the tough times. Loving the day and listening to the meaning in it all.

And sometimes that meaning is just sitting with the reality of exhaustion and frustration, knowing that once the in between is over….

There’s always another in between on the horizon.

{Five-Minute Friday}-Thank You

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We wipe the sleepies out of our eyes. Alarm going off at 4am.  Not unlike any other day. Although today will bring many miles under our belt once again, stops for coffee, and $12 split into six-$2 dollar increments for tolls will find their way into the sun-glass holder in Frank Sonata.

Muffins are made.  Chicken for snacking goes into the car.  Gifts to Mom, a jacket for the 40 degree day back when we’ll return.

600 mile round-trip.  3 days.  We’ve made it in 2 before.  A hotel room awaits us as opposed to the pull out couch at my aunts.

You didn’t sign up for this.  This wasn’t in the arrangement so to speak.  Marriage is to be a flowery ideal for at least the first 2 years before things really start to get real.  We had about 6 blissful months.

But I wouldn’t change the last 3 years with all their challenges.  We’ve made memories to last a lifetime in just 3 short years.  Buying our first home with friends thinking we’d lost our mind.  Learning more about home renovation than we ever thought we’d need to know.  Laughing (even still) at the December days with out heat in our home when we’d gamble at when would be the best time to take a shower (after dinner out at our favorite little diner with a pot of hot coffee on the table was the definite winner).

You didn’t sign up for weeks in Virgina with my ailing mom.  Spending hours in hospital rooms and rehab facilities.  Deciding if a wheelchair would fit in the trunk of our car was probably not on your list of “requirements” for the first new car you’d ever buy.

But you did so. Do so. Without fail. Daily.

Thank You.

{Five-Minute Friday}–Stay

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Stay.

I sit in the room with somewhat familiar faces as my dear friend prays a beautiful prayer over me.

Stay.

Be okay with the restlessness.  Be okay that you want to figure it all out, but I’m calling you, beckoning you to sit with me.

Stay.

You’re already envisioning how your overly-analytical mind will process the information of the last few weeks.  But I’m envisioning us sitting down to a cup of coffee at your favorite little coffee shop, jazz music in the background, looking out at the fall leaves that I’ve created just for you on this bright, sunny day.

Stay.

Yes, I have plans for you.  The blueprints for, I know you are itching to get a peek at.  But first, we must commune together.  Just you and I.  I want to make sure you’re prepared for the layout, that your expectations of the plan are low, but your faith in Me is high.

Stay.

Water rushes down the side of the mountain.  You sit, knees curled up under, favorite NYC hoodie making this a cozy space for you.  The pumpkin spice coffee whirrs in the grinder and once it melds with the water in that magical machine, there is no telling where this day will go.

Stay.

I have much I want to share with you.  Just stay.

{Five-Minute Friday}- Quiet

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Click, click.  The hum of the heater blows softly through the room.  Thoughts swirling.  Like little arrows or shooting stars.

What does this mean for my life?

How can I implement this?

How does this affect others.

Questions.  Constantly swirling around.  Making little room for stillness.

I pull out my journal from my faithful canvas bag.  The pages are weathered–too many coffee spills, water bottle explosions and travels have worn well on the edges of the moleskin.  It’s trusty black, smooth exterior calls to me.  I know that the interior is much more real.  Messy.  My desire for consistency in penmanship and pen type has been overruled by too many days in a coffee-shop  or in the waiting room without my trusty sharpie nearby.

Today though, those sharpies come clean out of their burlap container.  The rainbow of colors await the next step.  The journal opens to a new page, crisp, but awaiting words to spill forth.

But what do I hear?  “Be still and know that I am God.”

I sit restless with the blank pages.

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