First day of roadtrip across the country. Made 12 hours of progress full of music an good conversation. Visited the grandparents and Mike. First Chickfila stop for Morgan. Mobbing down the highway in an amazing crv. From the Keys to Pensacola. Day 2 Houston here we come with a short stop in New Orleans for lunch.
It’s weird to be headed back. I know it’s only for a visit, but still. It’s an odd feeling to look back to the life that I left. Not a wishful looking, but more of a thoughtful study.
On my run yeasterday, a blue bird flew out ahead of me going from rock to rock for a solid two miles. It was pretty sweet
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Selah
Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca (desert valley)
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains cover it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.
Ps84:4-7
(boom)
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
All your waves and breakers have swept over me.
Ps 42:7
I remember you. I remember you. I remember you.
When you ran through my room when I was alone,
It was like a strike of lightning. or. maybe like my first breath into this world.
But I remember you.
in the smell of falling rain. In the color of your eye.
The clouds hang low over the city,
And my heart is stirred again.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be at home. In you. In the Kingdom.
But, oh, how my heart is stirred again for my first love.
Did you know? Because I didn’t have a clue what this would all be like. How could I have.
When my heart is always full of questions, and the birds will always sing in the morning of their freedom and flight.
in you ive come home. in you ive come home.
I don’t remember who I am. All I can see is who I was. Now lost in gray it’s hard to see your face my King.
But you’re alive! Alive! With the rising of the sun, you’ve come again. In hope.
And live with a quality of joy undeniable and partially inexpressible. … The dead are rising, coming alive and under your glory. Being us home in you… in your vastness.
And love. ..to know the depth of love that the angels sing about for eternity.
So we stand, as the silence between the crashing waves. ..in the peace of that calm —there rests our steadfast hope for you. Abba. …Papa..Father
in the airport headed for Costa right now! with the Terrell fam. i’m out of mammoth which is sweet. sometimes it just gets tiny in that little mountain town. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But it’s nice to get outa there too.
so im stoked! it’s gonna be an adventure, it already is hah. traveling always gets me thinkin. gets me out of my box. soooo yeaaah. cools. peace.
Summertime in february
I thought I left for the snow
I thought I did but maybe not.
All I want is just to know your heart…
But I forget. All the time.
The house is quiet.
