Time is a funny thing. The last post I wrote was over a year and a half ago, but it feels like a decade and a half. Work at the Red Cross teaches me lessons:
lessons of endurance…
That’s what time does.
If you listen carefully – I’m not talking about hearing, but actually listening - time teaches life.
A year and a half ago I started what I thought would be my dream job. (It isn’t, but that’s okay.)
My job let me buy a house. It’s a pretty awesome house.
A tornado directly hit the Red Cross building where I work five days before Christmas.
Then another larger one ripped through midtown Mobile Christmas evening.
It was a rough time. At work. At home.
But that’s how life goes.
A year and a half ago I was wondering if I’d ever get married.
So I started chasing this girl on Valentine’s Day 2012.
This past March I asked her to marry me.
The last year and a half has felt like a decade and a half.
Time – life – does that to you sometimes.
I can only hope to quiet myself long enough to hear.
To quiet myself long enough to listen.
“Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. For you, O LORD, have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the LORD in the land of the living.” - Psalm 116:7-9 (NIV)