When the dust settles

What does a person write about when someone they dearly love challenges death every day?  What does a person write about when they are constantly encompassing a mentality of eternal truth?
No clue.
I haven't blogged in a while. And that ^ is why.  I just can't seem to come up with the words to even touch the tip of what I'm feeling and thinking.

And tonight isn't any different -- I still can't come up with words.  I'm actually not at all sure what these next several sentences, maybe a couple of paragraphs will entail...  Who knows!  Here goes:


God talks to me a lot.  The problem is, I don't listen.  Really, not very often at all.  I'm excellent at either tuning Him out or being pre-occupied or second-guessing what I thought He might be saying.
But recently, in several different ways, God has finally gotten my attention with one thing in particular.

God whispers to me,

"You're walking along the path I have chosen for you."  

He tells me that I'm in this season of life at just the perfect time, because He's placed me there.  I know that full-well.  I can't always say that I take it to heart or that I don't get frustrated or ask "why?" -- but I know in my soul that I've been given a challenge that will lead to grand things for His kingdom.  What more can I ask for?!

The dust has settled a little bit from the mad chaos and trauma of last month.  My new normal has been an adjustment.  I don't want to write on here what all my new normal consists of, but details can be relayed in a more personal way if anyone wishes.  My "new normal" is nothing like that NBC sitcom I've heard about -- rather, completely opposite, my new normal involves lots of cherished 1950's television. :)  It's the good stuff, I tell you!  (Need I say that these shows have been a part of my life since I was, oh, zero years old, but now I'm loving becoming so intimate with them!)
                                              

My new normal has taught me to find my contribution.  And I think I find my own contribution through being purposeful.  Living a purposeful life.  Being intentional in all that I say, all that I do, all that I am.

 
But most of all, my new normal is founded upon and thus infiltrated with love. There is no greater nor more humbling place to be than that. There. is. none.

Our God gives...and our God takes away; I praise Him for that. 

I praise God for this season. I praise God for my singleness. I praise God for my story. I praise God for this path. 

I ask God for strength that I know I don't have. 

And I praise Him for THIS: Romans 8:38-39. 

It's a well-known verse. But go look it up.
And read it. 

Then read it again.
And read it a 3rd time, only this time pretend you've never read it before. 

And be in awe.