Moved In

The internet's hooked up. My music is playing. There's a place to sleep and a nice wide path to walk to the door. I'm drinking a green tea red bean slushi. It's pouring rain outside. But I feel like I'm home, in this house.

For the first time in a long time, I am independent. Really independent. Paying for my own rent, buying my own groceries, moving my stuff. It was all a painful and rough experience, but I love it all the same. I'm 24, and finally I am free to do what I want to do, but also free to do what's right. I think about yesterday's gruelling packing, multiple trips back and forth and pure exhaustion. My muscle aches remind me that I'm alive and my body is unfortunately limited. But my fuel? No way. God gives me the energy to go all the way. Even while I carry loads of groceries back home from Kensington and Chinatown, I am reminded, and I am SO glad. I can't imagine how I would be like now, if I didn't survive with Jesus by my side.

For the first time, I was making meal choices for myself. Instinctually, I went for the things that Em and I would get or maybe what Anuska would want; out of nostalgy I got a little bit of both. How I wish you guys could see me now...today, was a tribute to all of you, even though both of you are not living with me anymore.

I love my room...this sharp turqoise with lime green trimmings around the wall and the door. God, did you carve this place out for me? What DON'T You give me? All the colors of the stuff go so well with this place. I could live here for more than 3 months. Maybe that's Your intentions...

So blessed, so loved and so grateful.