i know i've completely failed at that slow down thing over the past couple weeks. Every moment i wanted to sit down and write and detox and simplify and try to find heart in the midst of change...time seemed to melt.
I'm moved. Like i don't live in my little leavenworth anymore. I live in portland. It doesn't seem weird, it just seems normal. Its just been a bit too easy really.
There's a little verse i've just spent the last several days really reflecting on.
"once more Jesus put his hand on the man's eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly"
There is something about being touched by Jesus that makes everything simpler - like we can actually see. Like colors and shapes actually are recognizable and make perfect sense.
There are several colors i can't identify and shapes that don't have names in my own life, and how i need the Lords touch on these areas. Friends. Church. The details of this job. My mission. my calling.
Touch. Sight. Clearly.
I am so grateful for a hope that springs from deep within my soul. It's the goodness of my savior that's left it there, and that fills it there. I am a loved girl who rests secure in the face of such uncertainty.
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