27/365

Some people come home to a house full of babies. Some people come home to an empty house. And some people come home to a husband and a good friend writing a song in the dining room.

I kinda left yall hangin' last night...now where was I?

You know those days when the weight of the world just comes crashing down like a two-ton brick on your shoulders? And you get news that just makes the moment you're in feel like it's just too heavy? And you don't even begin to know how to wrap your mind around the hand you've been dealt? Well, that was yesterday morning for me.

I don't feel comfortable sharing the specifics of the situation over the 'interweb' (as Rodney calls it), but the details aren't important anyway. What is important is how desperate I was for God's voice. And how hungry I was for his Comfort. And once some of the dust had settled after the situation, I was thinking about how it often takes something so traumatic for me to literally fall to my knees. And how I wished that I could wake up just as desperate and hungry for the Lord that way everyday. Not just the days that the storm hits. But, to be completely honest, I don't.

I buy into the facade of securities that surround me on "better days". Wether it be material or career or status or whatever...the truth is, I am in need of just as much grace and forgiveness and healing on these days as I am the traumatic ones. It's just harder for me to sift through those artificial comforts and find the Truth than on the days when it all comes crashing down. So THANK GOD He lets it all come crashing down. Or else I don't know that I'd ever even begin to know Him.

Speaking of comfort, I just have to say that this blog has quickly become one of the most rewarding parts of my day. I have gotten so many amazing messages and verbal feedback from people I do and do not know. The small town girl that grew up with everyone knowing everything feels right at home doing this blog. And it is comforting, in a way, to not only have an outlet to spew my thoughts but to know that someone--alot of someones--are reading it. So thank you.

One of my "followers" is a girl named Kelly. She is actually my inspiration for doing a 365 Project in the first place. Kelly is an incredible photographer and I was turned on to her blog mid-summer of last year. She took a photo(s) of her 2 beautiful daughters everyday all year. And even though I've only been around Kelly a handful of times (most of when I was less than 10 years old!), and I've never even met her daughters, checking out her blog became part of my nightly routine last year. Brush teeth, wash face, pj's, hop into bed w/ computer, fire up the Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds blog. Her photos are exquisite and her daughters are just....well.....you'll see. In the blogging world, she is somewhat of a celebrity to me. So you can imagine how flattered I was to get such a supportive shout-out in her entry last night.

Well, now that I've led you all astray in what is probably my most incohesive entry to date, I want to say thank you. Thank you for reading this stuff. Everytime I run into one of you on the Row or wherever and you say something about my brother getting engaged or my crazy neighbors, I feel known. And it feels good.