Oddly enough, I’m technically supposed to be grown up. I’m not. I’m still very young and the older I get the more I’m aware of how much I don’t know. I’ve just realized a blogging trend of mine. Miles. Every time, I put on Miles I feel like writing. I wonder if the irregular beats of his trumpets mixed in with the bass and drums get into my head and relax me long enough to just put words on pages. Its a soothing blend and it let’s my fingers release the thoughts swirling in my muddled mind.
Tonight will be a short post as I am tired and am in great need of rest. But I can confidently say that I have been blessed by a wonderfully gracious week. God is so good to me. He is drawing me near to Him in ways that I have not felt in a long time. He is sloughing off the dead skin of my life and allowing new vibrant healthy skin to grow. It is wonderfully painful. Standing alone for the first time in… ever. A nice way to make my way into my 30’s. It is not to say that I am enduring some loneliness, but those times are needed. The quiet of the room, the silence of my life, gives way to the re-acquaintance of my mind, body, and soul. It is a strange thing being alone with ones self, but a much needed phase.
Of course, I’m never alone. My friends have resurfaced in a way I don’t dare to deserve and my time with them has been awesome. I have been shown love these past few months. God has orchestrated for me a tasting of what's to come for my life. I don’t what, but I do know that it will be greater than I dare dream. He says ask and ye shall receive…so I ask. I know He will not disappoint.
Well Friends. I say Bon Nuit, Bonne Notte, and Good Night.