Just take eveything down to highway 61

I hate how my theology class is taking over my blog! So, I’m taking a break from that to do some REAL blog writing. After all, we know I love to write. And babble. And ramble. But that’s okay, because that’s me, and who I am, right?

My friend and I went up north for the weekend. And I realize how much I fully LOVE nature! I love it I love it I love it. I mean, it’s hard for me because it’s hard to get around, but gosh, I love it. I loved walking around the outside of split rock light house. I loved walking around and seeing Lake Superior. I LOVE BEING OUTSIDE. I love nature. Even though I hate the cold, I love the feeling of the wind whipping my hair around. Being outside just makes me so HAPPY!

Granted, it’s difficult with crutches. Walking is painful, and my weak leg makes things difficult, as well as my off kilter sense of balance. But it doesn’t make me not enjoy nature any less, it just means I have to enjoy it differently. I can still climb trees with just my arms (I love climbing things!), and I can limp around and enjoy it.

But gosh, nature gives me such a sense of happiness. It doesn’t judge me for being depressed, it doesn’t judge me for not being as physically nimble as other people. It lets me take my own pace (until it gets too bitterly cold for that, but you know what I mean). It makes me HAPPY!

but I can’t have that happiness often, but for those few glimpses I get to grasp of nature,
for those for moments outside,
it’s peace. it’s happiness.
it’s where I’m meant to be.
I’m able to be outside and see lighthouses (I’ve always loved lighthouses) and think of how the same way the light saves the ship, there’s a light shining head for me, that I’m reaching for, yearning for, leaping toward, that’s just waiting for me.

And in that same way… maybe hope, love, grace, joy, peace, all these things I yearn for and dream of are waiting for me.
Waiting to accept me.
Waiting for me to just walk out into them.

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