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Tuesday, March 9, 2010


This morning, my coffee/peanut butter toast break was spent at my kitchen table in my Mechanicsville home. It's my absolute favorite place to do work. To my left is a huge window that looks out into our outrageously huge yard - and the magnolia tree that my thirteen-year-old brother spends so much time in.

Yesterday, he dribbled root beer on my sister's head while she was doing some photography work. Gotta love little brothers.

Anyway, as I was preparing my coffee I was distracted by my family's collage of pictures on the refrigerator. There are a few graduation announcements, senior photos, a silver, sparkling "Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary" plaque hung by a magnetic Duke Dog, and a yellow "Congratulations to Scotty Wilson, Oak Knoll Middle School Shining Star."

There is also a wedding announcement, one of those trendy "save the dates" that couples do nowadays. There are two pictures of the soon-to-be-newlyweds. One is your basic, girl-has-left-hand-on-chest-of-fiance-to-show-off-the-new-bling picture. Both cheesing like it's their job, so happy, so ready for the future.

The other one, however, is a picture of a couple on a roller coaster. A mixture of joy and fear is in their eyes. Her hair is lovely, and windswept. He just looks insanely happy, and crazy. I thought it was such a beautiful representation of what they are about to get themselves into. Marriage. I don't know how one word can stir up so many emotions. But the two emotions that seem to go along together, at least for couples who are about to step into marriage, are joy and fear.

Though I'm nowhere near thinking about, thinking about, thinking about, thinking about marriage, that picture looks like my life, too. My fresh beginning after college. Joy and fear. Joy, that my life is exciting, that I don't know what the future holds. Joy that I'm not tied down to anything or anyone. Joy that I literally have nothing holding me back from pursuing and following, wholeheartedly, what it is that I am called to do in this life.

Fear, that I have literally no idea what that is or how to do it. It's more of a joyful fear, though. Despite the fact that I'm an English/Journalism major (afterall, doesn't the song go "What the heck do you do with a B.A. in English?), that I feel like I'm way too young to be thinking about rent, or car insurance, or (ACK!) phone bills, I have joy. I am excited.

Some people wouldn't even have the courage to wait in line for the ride. Or would chicken out at the front gate. I'm strapped in, ready to go. My feet are dangling, I'm sitting on my flip flops so they don't fly off in free fall.

Oh, I'm riding the roller coaster, baby.

"He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak."
-Isaiah 40:29

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