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The tops of the mountains have officially welcomed their
first snowflakes of the season. When the
morning fog finally dissipated yesterday afternoon, we noticed there was indeed
snow on Mt. Si. A lovely back drop for pumpkin patching as it turns out.
It
feels like ages and at the same time just days since our last snow fall which
was coincidentally the last time I wrote anything of note. Reflecting on the past year has brought to
light the necessity of time. Our first year of marriage flew by in every
wonderful way. The last year of graduate school has crept along and it seems
like eons ago since my classmates and I said our official goodbyes at our “End of
the classroom, on to internships” graduation party this past June. I feel like
I have lived in North Bend for awhile now and yet at the same time feel brand
new. Like I just started living in this town, just beginning to think of this
church as my own. Just starting to understand which fork of the river goes
where. People can welcome you and invite you and accept you, but when you still
have memories of the old people welcoming and inviting and accepting, it’s
difficult to jump in; to start over and be present fully. And yet at the same
time I wouldn't want to just forget the past- when I was known by so many and
felt like I had the honor of knowing so many stories. It’s a complicated
balance, starting over with one story and continuing on with another and trying
to blend them all together. Some say we are limited by time as if this is a
negative thing, but I think the limitation is what makes time special. We only
have so much of it. We never have an excess. And nothing can ever replace it. There’s
no duplicate of time, so we're to be patient with it. Let God use time to
His limitless advantage while all the while finding that precarious balance
between waiting on Him and taking action in Him. Today though, since it’s a
Sunday, I’m okay being patient. Just to sit and watch the snow line creep closer
to town, closer to the river, closer to home.
