Summer has come and passed.Not exactly a cheery song.
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends...
But here we are! September has ended! I have survived!
And not only that, but I had some fantastic moments. I'm learning exciting things at school, taking all kinds of scary personal steps, and re-establishing a rhythm to my life.
There are things to look forward to in my immanent future: I'm the unofficial officiant at my cousin's wedding this weekend, then making an extra-long weekend around Thanksgiving to visit Vancouver for another wedding (and, of course, to see many of my delightful friends from back in the day). Then it's Reading Week.
Then November arrives, and I'll be part of a panel on sexuality at this conference for ladies in Christian ministry (or those thinking about being a lady in Christian ministry).
I did not anticipate such an outcome when I started that wee blog series on sex and shame. I also didn't anticipate that within the month I would find myself dating a boy, or that six months later we would be planning a life together...*
It's been said before, and I'll say it again - we never know how things are going to turn out. And a lot of time, the best things in life are ones we never would have predicted, or maybe even bet against.
This is what I remind myself, as the days get shorter and temperatures drop: there is good in store, there is joy to be had, and hope is on the move. It always is.
*these are crazy and wild times in many ways. I think, eventually, I'll have many thoughts to share on this part of my life. But for now, I'm simply living it and processing it with those who are involved first-hand. Which is precisely what I want/need.