Emo and Walking Awkwardly


Well, the girls retreat was a raving success, and I laughed harder than I have in quite a long time. Elise was extraordinary with the girls, as expected. It seemed that the Spirit was a busy-one over our weekend.

I waved Elise off at the aeroporto as she is flying back to Portugal tonight. Now I’m getting a kick out of watching the flight tracker as the little plane inches across the map-lantic.

I’m just a couple weeks away from my final days of working at the church, and finally am starting to feel some grieving-type things. To be truthful, I’m terribly confused by the emotions. I haven’t felt this sort of sadness in a while.

I’m presuming this is part of God helping me properly peace-out an era that is ending. All of a sudden it feels I’m re-grieving some of the old goodbye’s from my life in Portugal. It’s an awkward walk to revisit old tears.

I think it’s connected to the end of this long-youth ministry gig, but I’m actually not certain. This analytic-girl likes to (expects to) understand what she is feeling certainly and immediately. And when she can’t, she sort of throws tantrums at her heavenly Daddy. (She’s a stomper.)

My heart feels like a little airplane frozen in time, midway across the Atlantic.

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2 Responses to “Emo and Walking Awkwardly”
  1. 10,000 white doves says:

    The Atlantic was born today, and I`ll tell you how: the clouds above opened up, and let it out…
    I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
    when the water filled every hole.
    And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
    making islands where no island should go.
    Oh no.

    [I need you so much closer.]

  2. Jenelle says:

    sing to me

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