A few years ago, a darling friend gave me a memory box in which I was supposed to stuff an entire year’s worth of memories. The gift in that was that at the end of the year, I could look back on a year of joys and sorrows, wanted and unwanted, good and bad, and reminisce and cry and be grateful. That was the year that left me ragged and raw and clutching my bleeding heart in one hand and my broken dreams in the other.
Here I am, three years later, in a very different place personally and professionally and spiritually, and I still remember all those notes. Life has been so delicious of late that I want to write down each and every thing as it happens. I won’t be quite that prolific, as real life beckons to be lived and not just recorded, but I hope to capture some bits here. Welcome to the first edition of eucharisteo notes.
I am grateful for…
- the way things happen. I began 2016 resigned to the life I was living. In the first 6 months of the year, I have accepted a student affairs position, moved to Texas, began working at a state university, and with that, saw three dreams fulfilled at once. I have long been praying for each of these things, but I never thought I would see them all restored at the same time.
- colleagues who are passionate about what they do. It’s a gamechanger for sure.
- old friends who love me the same, no matter where I am or how long it’s been since I have seen them.
- goodbye towns. And the country songs that give me words to describe them.
- wrong first impressions. I surprise them, or they surprise me. Either way, we all learn something about books and covers.
- a mum who loves ice cream and queso.
- Texas speed limits. Some rules are meant to be broken.
- a university that dwells in and respects diversity and the imago Dei in us all.
- restoration with friends.
- a God who speaks.
- friends who allow me the privilege of hearing their jagged life stories.
- a pastor and a church unafraid and unashamed of truth.
- people who return text messages in complete sentences.
- new babies and the mamas who let me hold them.
- safe and clean housing just when I need it most.
- a new mama for my boy and the best adventure partner I ever had, Ruger. I have no doubt she loves him as much as I do and she keeps me informed about his life.
- losing myself in my work.
- the pursuit of higher education.
- being under the leadership of someone who spurs me on to good work.
- the space to grieve.
- real tortillas. Real cheese. Real butter. Real people.
- letting go.