I love rain...

...as long as I'm not rushing to an important event or wrestling with a broken umbrella with no knight-in-shining-armor in sight ;) This afternoon, as I was practicing piano, it suddenly started pouring, and I figured it was a perfect time to give my hands a rest.










Shortly after I went out, however, it stopped raining. And I also decided that I still prefer taking photos of people. *smile*

Changing, waiting, and waiting to change. Or changing to wait.

A day ago, I was standing in the smallest airport I’ve ever been to, incredibly frustrated that I had missed my flight because they were understaffed. I wanted to scream when one lady finally came to the front desk—after my plane had taken off, thankyouverymuch—and said something about how “the only thing you can do right now is wait.” As if we hadn’t tried that for the past hour.

Around 5 hours later, I was waiting again, but this time it was to board the plane that would take me home. It was a different plane and a very different feeling. I was eating a bagel (Alpha Dining Hall food never tasted better *big grin*), editing some pretty sweet photos from yesterday morning, and listening to Mat Kearney tunes and the voices of people around me. Yet I kept thinking of what that lady said: wait.

And so I’ve come to the conclusion that, even on journeys home, “it’s not over.” (Isn’t that what I’d wanted?!)

Over the past month at MasterWorks, I felt that God was continually reminding me of just that: to wait upon Him…to love—trust—Him…to be still and know that He is God, that He makes all things beautiful in His time… As Matt Morris said in his devotional, it’s not that you didn’t hear that before, yet “life” changes the depth of it all. From piano devotionals to talks with people, quiet time to faculty devotionals, even frustrating I’m-just-a-little-girl moments…the connectedness (for lack of a better word) was almost baffling. Do things just happen like that? I tend to think not. It’s like when Evange and I can look at each other from across a room and know exactly what’s going on in each other’s minds. Something is just a tad bit scary about that. *smile*

And it was hard, I’ll admit. I’m still the girl who desperately tries to be in control, the girl who—despite not speaking out all the time—takes everything in and often lets her mind drive her insane, the same girl who quite frankly doesn’t like to be still. Like yesterday’s airport episode, I don't really want to be told to wait—by anyone. There's something that seems helpless about that, you know? And so I try, in the belief that moving will mean I'm actually going somewhere. I try on my own…and come up so short.

I needed to wait—needed to this past month, needed to yesterday, and still need to now…until…



Anyways.

I have a whole lot more that I want to write about, but I think it’ll take a little more time to process. (Plus the Bourne marathon has officially begun. haha. I love my family.)

btw, have you ever heard “Airplane” by Bethany Dillon? (You should.)

and so...

...I begin blogging once again, since summertime seems to be perfect for that sort of thing. *smile*