comfort zones

hiiii

I'm learning the art of acknowledging

But not carrying.

That's. a. process. 

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So shanalu flew over BC mountains 

To come land in sloppy Manitoba 

For a few days. 

When she is around I laugh about every 5 minutes. And we discuss things like how to accept hard things about ourselves and why there are outhouses in cemeteries and the quirkiness of life. We disagree on the casual quote “everything happens for a reason” and the meaning of perfection. We jabber non-stop until we decide it's time to have quiet time.

She sews for me and I make coffee for her. And we all call her family. She is the type of human you don't need to change your schedule for cuz she will just do whatever you are doing and she is just a homey honey. 

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So I'm rolling up dresses and squishing them into suitcases and baking muffins for the last time and feeling very sentimental over all the lil things. I'm making lists upon lists upon lists. I'm laughing way too hard cuz I'm a smidge overtired and I'm polishing black pumps and I'm napping on the couch. I'm sorting through my books and candles and thoughts. I'm winding down on this life and gearing up for that life over there. It's all a bittersweet jumble.

And I just feel so sad. The sadness doesn't discourage or scare me. Instead I see it as the fare one pays when they have this many lovely humans in the heart’s neighbourhood. and so i welcome all the sadness while absorbing all the love.

And this is something I’m often reminded of,

God does not ask us to stay in our comfort zone. 

He asks up to step out

And while we are wading the waters of uncomfort, He is our comfort. 

Also I keep thinking about how grateful I am for a God who gives grace on days like these. Days when there is not abundant time for consistent devos in the armchair. Days that are slammed jam packed and it's 1:30 am and no sleep has yet occurred. Days when a friend, I, and the morning coffee are zumming down the highway. Days like these. I'm thankful for these full days and I'm thankful one can worship God through convo, nature, singing, silence, quick prayers, and obedience to that still voice.

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some joys of the week captured in ink. 

>energetic volleyball game with the youth monday eve. 

>hearing the container of blocks loudly dump onto the family room floor as niece and nephew dive into the toys.

>an Oliver mom and child are out visiting relatives, so they stop in at Meraki tuesday eve.

>the window cracked open at night to let fresh filter in. 

>a friend left a gift in the entry.

k. thats all. 

on this blog, I will be posting my letters of arkansas.

i could use some extra prayers, not sure specifically what for. but I feel rather shaky inside at times.

I hope you smiled today <3