In this season when the posts have been few and the closet writings fewer, there has nevertheless been a great and beautiful story unfolding.
You see I’m here in a new country which will certainly still be new 5 years and more from now, and I’m learning the kind of writing I need to live well, live full, live free.
And one big part of that is who I write for and who I share with…lots of preparation and heart tending is involved but I know that the journey will be worth it and the refining priceless.
We’re connecting in ways that we never have, finding this vast, layered and exquisite garden that is the other. And we’ve begun to write ourselves in new ways through the community of our marriage and the heart of a best friend.
It is breathtaking and liberating and slowing and remembering and embracing and chills-worthy sacred.
I am learning what is to be written one day for those beyond but that it will never, ever have more meaning than the relationship most precious in this veil of tears.
I am learning to write like the tragedy is real and the hope is beyond defeat and learning to find the golden and the vibrant and to marvel in the expectation of the ever-new He is forming in me, in us, in the home he makes us to be in this world.