Trudge On I Beg Trudge On
How many day we spend here, and
In so many days, I feel at best as if most of us, or some of us, are fighting through fog. Slowly gazing at the materializing light fading through. Waking up, feeling energized maybe, or sullen; we trudge on. And trudge on more. So many days it's seems like a normal trudge, yet deep within the fire of our bones we realize this normality of life isn't so normal after all. In this we find light sifting through the fog, peering through the knees of our hopes and dreams, how vast beyond all measure it stands. Gleaming kingly, reaching out to us in little victories. The simplicity of simple, and the sweetness of simple lessons and times.
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We have moments like I had tonight, sitting with a student, eating ice-cream, and talking fondly of life and lessons. Laughing and lamenting over the sweet and harsh moments life can offer. The mistakes and triumphs as humans, we all experience and embrace, no matter the culture or race.
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Truly, truly, my friends, if this whole time teaching was built just for this one conversation and night, it would be worth it. How dearly I love pouring and receiving from my kids.
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How sweet life is, how audaciously grand it is to taste is, and not just hear about it. How in love I am with this life; with Jesus, and his sovereign reign in it all. How much I love this time of life and the people in it; especially the friends who randomly FaceTime me like @emjaybush who have constantly pursued to strengthen friendship here as I live a life overseas. Also that I'm reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire again and it's every bit as good as it always is.
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My cup truly truly truly overflows.
How audaciously grand this life is.
I love you all dearly.