Prologue

So, I made it home. I would call this an epilogue, but it's not, at all. Though I've left, I feel it is more a beginning than an end. Like maybe the rest of this notebook was a prologue to now.

Perhaps

Perhaps these crickets serenade the day, coaxing it from crevices in the horizon, awakening the long slumbering dawn.

Perhaps the owl doesn't love the night but rather each flap of great wing stirs morning's breath into wakening.

Perhaps the stars give morning something to grasp onto, the moon like the light in the hall, a soft glow to guide.

Perhaps the air cools in anticipation of dancing with the bright wind.

Perhaps the raccoon clears waste off the surface of the earth so the sun can illuminate clean soil and dew drops.

Perhaps night is not the opposite of day but rather a preparing, a coaxing and holding, reminding and encouraging.

plea

steady my heart, Isa. hold me up because i feel i am falling into a hole like the one i fell into this morning. except, it's not the kind of hole you laugh about when you get your ankles and knees untangled. only when i am with You can i breathe slow, only then do my thoughts turn to the important things. i came here to love You but i think what i am doing is complaining a lot. i just don't know how to let it go. help me, Isa. hold my heart steady. i want to love well. 

szia!

Well, it's the time of year when I neglect this blog.

I'll write about it later though. It's totally worth it.

Have a great summer, y'all.

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five days, and i go back to a summer of heartbreak.

last year i was scrambling to finish the physical things. this year, i'm trying to get my mind/heart/soul set to go.

I stand outside and look at the cloudy sky, watch the fireflies like tiny, bouncing shooting stars. The world has been heavy lately, I whisper. I don't know how to put it down, give it up, let it go.

Let us not fall asleep.

Let us not fall asleep.

Let us not lie down and sleep when the hard comes because it is easier than standing.

Let us not choose the path of least resistance.

Even if we cannot physically help, let our minds and hearts be resolute in the way that is right.

Let us search for opportunities to go into the hard and shine our small candles.

Give us the patience and the courage to seek out the lost.

Give us the courage and boldness to storm the keep.

Remind us of what we have not earned. Remind us of love.

Show us how to share everything, how to be hospitable with our words, our time, our hands, the way that we walk.

Remind us to dance, to rejoice in the promise. Remind us to play, to thank.

Let us hold firm to our allegiance to the Kingdom.

Make us bold to stand before kings. Make us bold in love.

Give us the wisdom and strength to be quiet, to wait, to move, to shout.

Hold us steady.