The insides of my ears have been itching, my eardrums. So it is with allergy season, and the summer with it.

It’s hard to believe that as quickly as next month I will be 23. So much has happened from the beginning, and so much still to come. I am in a funny spot in life. I won’t know where the road is taking me until I’m off the road and out at sea somewhere. So my life has always been, and I do not regret this.

I have struggled with finding a church I like since I moved here. But it occurred to me rather swiftly–

This city is my church.

Do you understand?

The place where we gather to worship and pray. The place where I petition my hopes and dreams. Marriage, babies, ministry. Deepness calling out to another person’s deepness. The place where we call souls to know peace, and gather towards the Savior.

This city is my church.

It’s Sacramento.

And so, 23 isn’t looking so bad.

I Corinthians 14:33

For God is not the author of confusion but of peace, as in all the churches of the saints.


One Step

Love has a funny way of showing up and saying,
You couldn’t ignore me if you tried.

Writing has been strange lately. As if there’s no fodder for it. But my life is not empty. It has its way. There is much to do, and no easy tasks for it. Desires beckon me forward, and so, that is the only direction to go.

I dreamed this morning I saw a friend of mine and I was explaining to her the meaning of Peter Pan. I told her, that Peter was without limits. Though a child, albeit permanently, would he ever take “no” for an answer? And the sadness he would feel when he would fly off, expecting others to follow suit, and they would not. Him, left alone, with his childishness.

It was a strange dream. But God is there, even in those.

Love has a funny way, of showing up.

It is on days like today where I find myself. She is there, this me. She looks at duplexes and townhouses in the area. She dreams of more space and marriage, which are two ideas very juxtaposed.

I don’t know. God is good?

Yes. Yes He is.

Love has a way.