Pretty optimistic for a Monday.

Happy moon dances, the birthday was a success. 

I hope you weren't worried.

And now that it's over, it kind of feels like summer is drawing to a close.  I realize that it's still July but I feel as though the climactic action of this summer story has already transpired.  Now we're just dealing with the aftermath.  And what does a 21 year old do?

I've really felt lately (the last four days) that I should sell my stuff, fill my car with my books, and drive around North America and talk to anyone who will listen to me.  Fingers crossed for that deli guy on the East coast.  That's the dream.  Just boppin' around like a chick-a-dee-dee-dee.  I just read yesterday about Jesus telling the people around him that if they wanted to be his disciples they should sell everything they have and follow him.  And in that moment he meant it literally. And maybe still does.

I'm just so young, plenty of time to collect for my nest.  And ripe enough that I could navigate through an adventure, I think.  But I can't even keep my room clean.  And I'm not sure what I'll actually end up doing but it probably won't involve getting a post-secondary education.  It might even involve staying at home, paying rent, and working at Boston Pizza.  These things I don't know.  But exploring the options is almost half the fun I would say.  Just me and my journal. And my camera. And uhh, gas money.  That sounds about as delightful as homemade strawberry rhubarb pie (which I already made a dough for and will bake the rest today!). 

And I hope that you, whoever you might be, are getting to that place of discipleship, whatever that looks like in your life.  That might be on the 17th storey downtown.  That might be on the carpet with your newborn.  It could be anywhere.  But I hope that everywhere you go, your mission is the same.  And that we might be so fortunate to have our msision and our passion fuse together to create our unique and individual purpose.