Tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet

20171019_161100There is shrieking laughter as my nephew shakes bugs off of Grandma’s laundry and watches them vanish in the warm autumn sunlight above his head. Oh, that boy.

And to think that soon I’m going to be packing up my things and leaving. I cringe to think of those moments of transition when you’re sitting on a cold airport seat with little sleep and lots of memories of the world you’re leaving behind. Those are the worst moments.

The moments when you have completely left something but haven’t embraced the new something yet. And there you are, in the middle, caught in a swamp of your internal sorrow.

I know, because I’ve been there.

That’s why hearing my nephew’s laughter today makes me glad to be where there is grace enough, in today and not in the tomorrows that haven’t arrived.

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5 comments

  1. Thanks for this post! I really needed it today. I love to read your writings and I hope your travel plans are making progress! Excited for you but I surely know the hard parts of it. Blessings!

    • It’s good to hear from you! And I’m glad to hear that I made sense to at least one person. 🙂 You’re right about the exciting and the hard parts of facing the unknown… It’s something that everyone has to face at some point. I guess my point is now.

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