Guys, July has been my sweet spot. Last year it was the best month and this year didn’t let me down, and the best part was I wasn’t expecting it. This month I started working 8-5 Monday through Friday again and while tough, it was so good for me to get out of the house and be productive with my days in a really tangible way. I could see the work I was accomplishing and I needed to hold the evidence in my hands. It hasn’t been easy and the time suck of my free time has been hard, but it has been oh so good.
As I stepped into July I prayed to be a morning person. I wanted to wake up in the morning and have quiet time outside with a cup of tea before anything else. God answered that prayer and it happened. Every. morning. I learned that Sundays were my mornings off and that was the best rhythm that worked for me. The only things that come outside with me are my journal, the Abide study by Naptime Diaires, my Bible, a cup of tea and maybe my iPad for the study videos. Other than one morning this month my phone stayed on my bedside table and I kept track of time with my wristwatch. The stillness of the mornings is my favorite, rain or shine. I definitely prefer the blue skies and the gorgeous morning hues of the sunrise, but the rain didn’t stop me. I’m so grateful for these moments because I know they are gifts, they are are set apart and sacred without a doubt. And it’s more than just the discipline of getting out of bed every morning, the Lord met me there. Emily Freeman’s words were what I sunk into every morning. That was the goal, this was my purpose. Not to post a pretty picture to Instagram or journal the “right” words. Nope. I wanted to tend to the intimacy I have with God in whatever way He was moving me towards. No matter what, past, present or future, “There is a strong stillness deep within me, the place where God lives.” Praise the Lord.
August marks a shift as I head into my last four weeks of work before my last three weeks of summer. I have time left and for that I am grateful. But things are changing as they always do, just like the seasons always come and go no matter how ready (or not) you are. Today I moved furniture into my dad’s house and that was real. My room is filled with new furniture, but so is the kitchen and the living room and the library and my brother’s room and my dad’s room. Now the shift takes place of spending time at my mom’s and my dad’s, when up to this point there was never even an option. This month holds the annual Picnic that reminds me just how painful small talk is (it’s like death.) and my brother going back to school. It reminds me that my seasons aren’t like everyone else’s as most colleges start up again and I have a whole month still left. But this is the season that got me through my Spring Quarter. I looked forward to the adventures, to the Discovery Park walks with friends, to Sing Worship Nights, to walking down to the beach, to the Pure Barre classes and to working again. I survived off of the expectation of coming back to what I know and I soaked up every bit of it. Things are shifting now, but I will look back on this piece of summer full of faith in my God who is so much bigger, so much greater, than I could ever wrap my head or heart around.