everything will change

we'll give ourselves new names...

I kinda want my old name back.
There is something missing in me that I cannot put my finger on. I've vaguely heard its echoes and sensed the void of its presence, and though I cannot name it, I know when I lost it. This something flew the coop last year, post-disaster, when I realized that things on which I had previously counted to be stable were indeed quite shakable. And the epicenter was my soul.

Before then my eyes were cloudy, sheltered from a measure of the darkness of this temporal world. And though the clouds have been removed, I feel like I have been given scales to replace them.

Shawn said, "Someday this will be ten years ago." I had to remind myself every hour of the day:

"It is a new day."
and
"Breathe."

Be still my soul, the Lord is on thy side,
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide,
In every change He faithful will remain.

We'll give ourselves new names.
The sun will heat the ground under our bare feet in this brand new colony


Shalom