Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. That Trevor Hall song gave me chills. It would be so nice (maybe?) if we could have it all figured out and know where everything is headed. Surrendering to the flow of life is so hard. I think there’s a purpose to only being able to read our stories one word at a time, line by line, page by page, and chapter by chapter. If we skipped ahead to the last paragraph of the book, it probably wouldn’t even make any sense. We have to understand the rest of the story first.
I look forward to reading the next lines of your story. ✨
Your writing is like poetry! You really captured the emotions of change! First you described all the changes of moving to Austin and teaching in a new school - and now the wistfulness of leaving all the things and people you love there. I think it has been a sweet chapter for you. ❤️🙏
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. That Trevor Hall song gave me chills. It would be so nice (maybe?) if we could have it all figured out and know where everything is headed. Surrendering to the flow of life is so hard. I think there’s a purpose to only being able to read our stories one word at a time, line by line, page by page, and chapter by chapter. If we skipped ahead to the last paragraph of the book, it probably wouldn’t even make any sense. We have to understand the rest of the story first.
I look forward to reading the next lines of your story. ✨
So many beautiful concepts: a flowing river bringing in the new, looking for proof of life, surrendering to God. Thank you. 🌸
Beautifully written. Here's to sitting in the space of "not having it figured out" while the world moves on.
Your writing is like poetry! You really captured the emotions of change! First you described all the changes of moving to Austin and teaching in a new school - and now the wistfulness of leaving all the things and people you love there. I think it has been a sweet chapter for you. ❤️🙏