It's been a crazy couple weeks.
early today it would have been obvious to you that i've been really busy if you just peaked in my room...you would have seen chaos...a 3 ft high pile of clean clothes in the middle of the floor...piles of papers and books...
...that's how i roll. when my life gets full, my living space gets cluttered (even more than normal).
i've made significant progress though.
you can see my floor.
two weeks ago, Chris Hale (who plays in a great band called Aradhna) was in Kolkata and stayed at our flat for a week. The sweet sound of sitar scales filled our hallway, and great conversations filled our kitchen and living room in the evening. Chris' visit was such a gift. an unexpected gift. I actually have quite a few reflections on that time (which I'll write about another time). The ways that Chris interacted with the SB community was good in ways that are far beyond my expectations. And personally I got to make a new friend. (this doesn't happen too often in this town...so i'm especially thankful)
and for the past week my dear friend Megan Johnson has been in town. We were talking one day awhile ago, and Megan was expressing that she wanted to come visit, and get to know my daily life, and more about Sari Bari - but she wasn't sure if she could "justify" the trip. And i told her I'd love it if she came. And i told her that Kolkata would change her. And i told her that if she came here, and saw the daily bits of my life, and met the women of Sari Bari, then she would understand me in a way that just isn't possible without coming here.
so Megan came.
She left her 4 children at home (and Matt was willing to hold down a very full fort for 10 days so Megan could come).
She walked with me.
She listened.
She gave to me (words, and her presence, and wisdom...her perspective...her faith...the way she knows me so well...and she's known me for so long).
it was such a gift to have Megan as a daily presence in my life for the past week. I could not have imagined what a blessing it would be to have her around.
...and now...the house is empty.
the visitors are gone.
Brooke moved out on Saturday.
just me...and this big 'ole flat.
...our Christmas decorations are up...
...i love the living room in December...so many sweet memories there.
...some friends just left (we had our first "egg nog and advent" Sunday night)
...it was the first time i've ever made egg nog (Sheila always did it last year)
i sit and watch the candle.
and wait (i try to do it expectantly, but i'm not always entirely sure what that means)
i think about the past year
i think about where i was a year ago...sitting in that same living room looking at candles...tired of deferred hope
another advent season is here. So I will wait. I will choose to wait expectantly. I will choose to believe that there is One who is Hope...and that He does not disappoint. I will wait...and wonder...and trust that He will meet me in this month (in this year) too...like He has before so many times...because He is Faithful. of that much i am sure.
early today it would have been obvious to you that i've been really busy if you just peaked in my room...you would have seen chaos...a 3 ft high pile of clean clothes in the middle of the floor...piles of papers and books...
...that's how i roll. when my life gets full, my living space gets cluttered (even more than normal).
i've made significant progress though.
you can see my floor.
two weeks ago, Chris Hale (who plays in a great band called Aradhna) was in Kolkata and stayed at our flat for a week. The sweet sound of sitar scales filled our hallway, and great conversations filled our kitchen and living room in the evening. Chris' visit was such a gift. an unexpected gift. I actually have quite a few reflections on that time (which I'll write about another time). The ways that Chris interacted with the SB community was good in ways that are far beyond my expectations. And personally I got to make a new friend. (this doesn't happen too often in this town...so i'm especially thankful)
and for the past week my dear friend Megan Johnson has been in town. We were talking one day awhile ago, and Megan was expressing that she wanted to come visit, and get to know my daily life, and more about Sari Bari - but she wasn't sure if she could "justify" the trip. And i told her I'd love it if she came. And i told her that Kolkata would change her. And i told her that if she came here, and saw the daily bits of my life, and met the women of Sari Bari, then she would understand me in a way that just isn't possible without coming here.
so Megan came.
She left her 4 children at home (and Matt was willing to hold down a very full fort for 10 days so Megan could come).
She walked with me.
She listened.
She gave to me (words, and her presence, and wisdom...her perspective...her faith...the way she knows me so well...and she's known me for so long).
it was such a gift to have Megan as a daily presence in my life for the past week. I could not have imagined what a blessing it would be to have her around.
...and now...the house is empty.
the visitors are gone.
Brooke moved out on Saturday.
just me...and this big 'ole flat.
...our Christmas decorations are up...
...i love the living room in December...so many sweet memories there.
...some friends just left (we had our first "egg nog and advent" Sunday night)
...it was the first time i've ever made egg nog (Sheila always did it last year)
i sit and watch the candle.
and wait (i try to do it expectantly, but i'm not always entirely sure what that means)
i think about the past year
i think about where i was a year ago...sitting in that same living room looking at candles...tired of deferred hope
another advent season is here. So I will wait. I will choose to wait expectantly. I will choose to believe that there is One who is Hope...and that He does not disappoint. I will wait...and wonder...and trust that He will meet me in this month (in this year) too...like He has before so many times...because He is Faithful. of that much i am sure.
1 comment:
I wept at church this morning, our advent service such a profound reminder that indeed, we wait for God ... not just to provide today or tomorrow, but for Jesus to come again and bring us home. Finally. The world is waiting. And our hearts ache until He does what He has promised. Thoughts with you as you wait, Mel.
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