No theme, no cute quotes, no swinging in verbal rain forests this morning just heart words that need to come out. I never know how to ” theme” this journal because its about life.. and I don’t know about you but life is full of themes and performances that are not the least bit cohesive.
This past several weeks have been something of a vortex. One of pushed work-outs, seeing an old friend, hospital to hospital – surgeon to surgeon. If one could feel like an academic gypsy… that is only way to describe it. I found myself longing for a “hospital to call home” one where I knew where I was going and could get to the know the staff.
Always trying to balance, work-worship- work out- writing study guides- WHERE do the wonder woman of the world make time to balance?!? I don’t know about you but this is a never ending failure on my part, sometimes I wonder if it will always be this way.
My fella does not have this problem. His mother taught him the importance and necessity of rest. He only does what the day allows and then makes time for sleep. His internal “must-get-things-done” drive aint there! He works hard and always produces quality work but for one reason or another he doesn’t feel the need to save the world, be well read and fit into skinny jeans all in one day.
Next up: the power of words. Yikes me and the above mentioned fella are realizing this. Who knew anger, like blowing anger, had a place in a home full of love. Please pray that the Lord would be graceful to his stubborn children, two of whom we think He brought together. Oh how quickly the evil one swoops in when hearts and minds are tired. When love has been misplaced. When anger fills a space that once was full of laughter. May the Father of our future find home here in our little hamlet form the highway. Healing words and truth need to rain here. May the anger end with me, one who commits to pray for healing of a broken man and broken woman. May light replace the dark and the kindness of a Savior reign supreme.
Around the bend: NYC! In a few days Evan and I get the opportunity to travel again! Not over the seas but north out of the humid south. We love the smokey mountain foothills but love to travel even more. It will be a privilege to board with all my new family and enjoy nothing other than what the Buckingham-Bethunes do best: WEDDINGS!
Summer: truthfully I have never loved summer. Growing up, my blue collar father was often tired and grumpy from a hard days heat which set the tone for our home unfortunately. Summers were filled with jobs in my teenage years- some good others not so good. Being a little bit on the “curvy” side, I hated wearing shorts and tank tops in my youth. As If any 16 year old girl needs another thing to be self conscious about right?
But now I am understanding why summer is a drug that makes the rest of the population high in mid-winter at the mere thought. Summer says… rest. Summer says enjoy your family, drive to see old friends, pour another glass of Sangria… be still and rest. Ironically this rest concept is often lost through stuffing in of vacations, home renovations or car repairs etc etc.. may you and I, may be we both not get lost in the stuffing in of summer. If you are like me and need a little retraining on the season, I pray that you wear those cute shorts – you know the ones you never wear but want to- I pray you put them on!
Maybe your life is a bit of a gypsy mess too, a new age nomad of sorts. Maybe you cant find a cute quote that sums it all up for your readers, for the viewers of your life. If this is you then please join me as we self-consciously wear cute summer shorts, visit family, learn to love and to call it quits at the end of the day (as we should)!