My heart dictates the drive home tonight...the long way.
Summit to John Ireland Blvd.
John Ireland Blvd. to Kellog
Kellog to Marion
Marion to Thomas
Thomas to Galtier
My drive along Summit after work is something I look forward to the most. It is quiet and my heart seeks rest.
My sweet truck gives me wings to fly and I blare Irish Penny Whistle tunes as I drive. And just as Saul's demons were kept at bay while David played the flute, mine are as well with the Penny Whistle. Or maybe it's that this Irish instrument is so much a part of my heritage? A part of my future? It will be arriving soon in the mail at least.
The church bells are ringing right now...12 o'clock midnight....my favorite. I feel like this time of night is when my heart is as it really should be. So quiet within me. So contemplative. So in tune with my Father.
"Don't cry Birdie", Joann says.
"Or if you must cry, cry happy tears. Only happy tears", she adds.
"Yeah, you are tan, Birdie, but you seemed so much happier this winter", Mel says.
I am so stuck between desiring to throw everything to the wind and appearing happy and carefree, and then wanting to face my demons, my fears, my wounds.
Yeah, I do look and act differently now but this is the real me with my real feelings and emotions. No medicine to cover them up. But I know the real me makes my friends and family uncomfortable.
"Please don't be sad."
Well, I am sad. Please don't tell me not to be. Please don't tell me to find someone else so that I can forget. It's not that my sadness is who I am. It is just this valley that I am walking through right now. I have come face to face with my sin and actions in the past. I have repented but I grieve. Have I lost it all for good?
The wind is blowing outside. Come blow in my heart, Holy Spirit. Refining fire be stoked and burn so hot and so bright that I melt like wax so that only You remain.
This is me. This is Lori. So random...aching...broken...but poured out like a fragrant offering to my God.
He alone is my salvation and my hope!