Small panicky moments flit across my brain as I unpack my things in the basement of the place I'm living for the next month or two. Questions flash like stars of dizzy vision.
Am I really doing this? Will this make or break? How soon can I afford another cat to snuggle with? Where should I make my home church? Will I be a good oncology nurse... a really good nurse? What will the next week, month, and year bring? How do I even buy a car? Where do I invest myself in my spare time?
Time to grow up, Kelly, and be an adult.
Dad and I enjoy some pumpkin Kline's ice cream as he leaves me with my Great-Grandpa's 1990 Buick Century - a borrowed, classy ride until I purchase my own car. He takes my hand before leaving and prays with me. For the ability to stop and be present. For wisdom and discernment in all relationships and choices. For the ability to determine what is good and what is best. It is a prayer of a daughter and her father to our Abba - the hearts of child and parent to the heart of God. How beautiful and wonderful. I am so thankful and grateful for the love of my earthly father and my Heavenly Father.
Here goes everything.
Hey, when are you gonna stand
Stop looking over your shoulder
See, there's a sun in the sky
And a moon that will take us 'til morning
When are you gonna stand
Stop and begin this moment
Hey, Let go
Let go
Begin
Nicky Mehta of The Wailin' Jennys
1 comment:
I love everything about this. Growing up is hard. But worth it, I'm guessing.as
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