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| Photo: Heather Kaufmann // Durham, NC // winter 2019 |
I must remember that it's just a season, this year of hustle. (Well, it's not quite a whole year, just an academic year.)
How does one keep her heart at rest when there's so much pressure to do, do, do? And I want to maintain a spirit of excellence in my work, I want to finish strong. I will finish strong.
Then I remember the quiet moments. Walking among the young trees in a New Zealand orange grove, sneaking up on the birds, all by my lonesome. But not lonely.
Drinking in the faint light of stars with friends on a hanging bridge, also in New Zealand.
Mosquitoes biting all my available limbs last summer and I didn't care at all, cicadas chirping, trespassing with friends in Chesapeake.
There's a constant tension within me between my ambitions and my limitations. Wanting more, but also being content with the present. And it's not about wanting more stuff; it's about wanting more experiences, more connection with people, more knowledge (I always want to be reading more!), and wanting to create more. I have so many ideas bubbling every so slightly just beneath the surface, and I am trying to be ok with the reality that I can't get to them in this season. I am made for eternity, and my spirit feels that longing.
These words echo throughout the full days,
How does one keep her heart at rest when there's so much pressure to do, do, do? And I want to maintain a spirit of excellence in my work, I want to finish strong. I will finish strong.
Then I remember the quiet moments. Walking among the young trees in a New Zealand orange grove, sneaking up on the birds, all by my lonesome. But not lonely.
Drinking in the faint light of stars with friends on a hanging bridge, also in New Zealand.
Mosquitoes biting all my available limbs last summer and I didn't care at all, cicadas chirping, trespassing with friends in Chesapeake.
There's a constant tension within me between my ambitions and my limitations. Wanting more, but also being content with the present. And it's not about wanting more stuff; it's about wanting more experiences, more connection with people, more knowledge (I always want to be reading more!), and wanting to create more. I have so many ideas bubbling every so slightly just beneath the surface, and I am trying to be ok with the reality that I can't get to them in this season. I am made for eternity, and my spirit feels that longing.
These words echo throughout the full days,
"He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together." [Colossians 1:17]And somewhere between those words, between the thousands of thoughts racing through my head, my soul finds rest.
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