Green Tea Toast

I am sitting in a Panera, down the road from Six Flags, close to the new neighborhood I will be inhabiting in a week and a half. Arlington, TX. This northern girl has finally caved in. When I decided to attend Teen Mania after High School. I never imagined I would in Texas, three ministries and nearly 7 years later. Life is a funny thing like that.

I am thankful there is freedom to be myself and God knows what that means a hecka lot better than I do.

Sometimes I have to laugh, because even if I think I am  being rebellious or thinking I want to give up and do my own thing (however long that lasts) God somehow tricks me into doing what He has for me anyways. Or maybe it is just a natural flow, and I don’t have to freak out about running outside His will anymore. That is a miserable place to be.

So here I am, at the Pais Project. I am the creative director, which means I will get to use my creatively and write and resource and encourage missionaries. The more I am understanding this job, the more I see how ridiculously tailor-fit it is for me. I couldn’t have plotted or planned this on my own. After stalking craigslist and job recommendations, giving up after a headache, I am thankful  yet again, God doesn’t let me try to figure out life on my own.

I know this isn’t super spiritual or poetic, but it’s the honesty of my thoughts right now. I am thankful, again. I feel more like myself then I have felt in a long time. It’s been a weird summer of non-writing and misplaced inspiration. So now, I am going to attempt to return to my e-mail address motto and “writeeveryday.”

So now, I will raise my fourth cup of iced green tea and toast to myself, to God, to whoever happens to be reading this or not.

To new chapters, new hair, new job, new ministry, new town.

To life. Being a gift.