Why is it so easy to ignore my heart? Life functions normally, mechanically – safely, but in it I find no life at all. I construct a safe workweek filled with obligations and the occasional celebration but each day I ignore my heart.

Truthfully, I don’t need wisdom, I need the will to move boldly in the direction of faith.

I’m still processing as my thoughts and experiences are bucking their way into my long-term as I try to corral them. It’s tough this time, the fog is thicker.

If the theme to last year’s trip was “Name” – knowing my name, understanding my name, believing that God even has one for me beyond the one I’ve created on my own – this one was “Family.” It seemed that each quiet time, God was dragging the lake of my family convictions. Fragments of my own family experiences made their way into almost every quiet time. I saw experiences I had completely forgotten about (repressed?) both good and bad and I’m starting to allow myself to believe that growing up straddling two lives in two different states isn’t normal.

What I’m beginning to process is something on the edge of profound. I hope to unpack (maybe publicly) what that means for me and I’m hoping God feels the same way. Who knows, maybe I’ll post something straight from my notes. But that might be too personal.