I’m leaving tomorrow.
Yeah. Apparently I’m getting in the car and moving up to Sacramento. Tomorrow. It’s nuts. And no, I’m not crying about it. It feels like my brain is in space. Just sorta floating. It’s been like that a lot lately. I don’t think it will hit me until I’m up there post-surgery kicking rocks like “oh-I’m-gone” and then it will hit me hard.
I won’t be kicking rocks. I’m sure the people up there are [hella] cool.
(And if any of you people are reading this, I’m not trying to be a jerk. It’s just the people down here know me and you guys up there don’t know me and I feel weird about that. But let’s be friends? I’m really good at Mario Kart if you’re into that sort of thing. I am also a firm believer in breakfast, Star Wars, and tattoos. If you’re not vibe’n with this we probably shouldn’t speak. Okay. Good talk.)
Moving on. No pun intended. Crap. I don’t want to go. I’m afraid. I seriously have no idea what’s about to hit me. My mind has been so preoccupied with getting things in order down here and trying to manage my pain that the thought of really processing leaving all these dinguses that I love so much is something I can’t even handle.
Things are insanely uncertain right now. Honestly we don’t even know for certain that my surgery will help me. And I feel like I’m at the end of my rope.
But, I want to take a moment and give a huge shout out to Jesus. I will say this until I’m dead.
He is the only reason I am getting through this.
This morning was the coolest. I headed off to school at 9 am to participate in a literature conference as part of my senior project and driving down the 133 I suddenly felt super happy. No–not happy– filled with joy. A sort of soul-deep smile crept up in me and it was so, so nice. I mean sure I’m happy when I’m with people but to be alone and in pain and feeling this sort of joy was clearly a thing from Jesus.
I could spell it out for hours the way Jesus keeps showing up. Gosh, He’s intentional. And personal, you know, and relentless and purposeful. He’s fully showing me that He has me and He will not under any circumstances let me forget it.
He’s in a constant state of bombing me with love notes louder than Vegas signs.
What more could I ever need?
This is the most insane thing (or group of things all at once, shoot) that I’ve ever been through. And yeah, it could get even harder. In fact, I know it’s about to. But Jesus is evident and tangible and He is growing me and romancing the crap out of me and showing me that He is enough.
Sure, I’m a little shook up, but I don’t have to be. He’s already promised me He’s got this.
So, with confidence and hope in this message, strengthen those with feeble hands, shore up the weak-kneed and weary. Tell those who worry, the anxious and fearful, “Take strength; have courage! There’s nothing to fear. Look, here—your God! Right here is your God! The balance is shifting; God will right all wrongs. None other than God will give you success. He is coming to make you safe.” Then, such healing, such repair: the eyes of the blind will be opened; the ears of the deaf will be clear.
…But I will restore you, reclaim you, and rebuild you because I cannot help but love you.