I don’t know if it’s the cooler weather, cozy candle scents, or layered fashions that do it. It’s fall now. And sometimes while driving - the trees mesh densely together in a sea of bee pollen yellow and smooth caramel orange, the song that reminds you of a time of life you wish you’d lived in for a short while comes on the radio (for me it’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” by U2), some sun lays out the road ahead - and all is right with the world. These are moments of appreciation I’m eager to hold on to.
For not all of life can be like this. Living in a rose-colored bubble can’t teach much of hardship or perseverance. These things grow a person. So I'm learning.
“Let not our longing slay our appetite for living.” — Jim Eliot
I remember when my mom first read me that. Constant longing for the rose-colored bubble, for something that seems better and greater than what I have now, hinders me from truly living. My life is not, and will not, be perfectly lined up all the time. But when little moments like the above do come along, do appreciate them. Perhaps these are God’s way of letting us know we’ll be ok.
When the radio gets old (quite often), music choices on the way to school have lately included “At Last” by Etta James, The Father of the Bride soundtrack, and “Revolution 1” by The Beatles. And U2 of course.
— pick up piano
— learn The Father of the Bride 09 by George Walks on piano
— buy fall candles (caramel should be included somehow)
— bring out beanies and jackets from storage
Fall clothes sorting; Back to studying