Wisteria

I named this blog wisteria simply because of how lovely its presence has been during the past week. There is something about the wonder of wisteria that goes with this short journal.

A prayer from April 3rd and a couple more thoughts.

Father, you work with so much care. This school year and this semester I have seen your hand, tending to each little thing. I have seen you clearly open and close doors, introduce and remove. You have blessed me with sorrow and joy. Sorrow like learning how to embrace change. The groanings of growing up. A broken world. Learning to surrender to the inevitable chaotic rhythm of college. Joys like the changing of seasons and an abundance of wisteria. Soft spring rain. People. Opportunities.

You have walked with me through the tough moments, never failing to use them to grow me and never failing to later show me how you used them. You have leaped with me through lush mountaintops, helping me to deeply recognize the beauty around. Before me, beside me, behind me.

You have shown me an abundance of love from true friends, teaching me to trust their care. You have blessed me with friends who enjoy cinnamon rolls just as much as me. You have given me ears to hear wise words from people that I admire — words that I can write down, ponder on, and treasure. I am so thankful for these divine appointments. You have helped me relearn so much that I have already learned. You have reminded me to adopt both rest and discipline. You have taken me apart and stitched me back together, constantly refining in your kind, gentle way.

You tell us to delight ourselves in rich food, so keep my mind and heart on you. Let it wander to the grounded, good things you have placed around me. Plant me here in these last couple of weeks at school. College is a special place. Bring me comfort and contentment in the conclusions of sophomore year.

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From the pages of a well loved journal.