Melissa, what do you even have to talk about?
Well, let’s see.
You’ve been at your job for over five months now. It’s still going well. You got to repaint your office and you’re recovering chairs now and nothing gets your soul excited like making old things new, so there’s that. You still hate answering phones, but that’s basically everyone under, what, 30? So no surprise there. On the hard days, you remind yourself that the Lord led you to exactly where you are in ways only he could do, and he’s going to sustain you until he’s got the next door prepared to walk through. You anticipate but try really hard not to overlook the beauties of the now.
You were in a play, and it defied your fears and was a beautiful, cohesive piece that made audiences laugh in all the right ways every night. That laughter sure was rewarding after how many nights rehearsals left you in tears. You try so hard, and sometimes you try so hard that you can’t see the sparkle for the grind. Audiences remind you of the sparkle in things. The play closed and you’re too busy to really notice its absence.
Golly, you’re busy. You book every moment you can and then wonder why you’re staggeringly tired every day. Today it’s a trip to Florida, with a crazy-early wake up call. So what did you do last night? Oh, just accept an invitation for a last minute game night, that’s all. It was worth it of course. It will still be worth it when you come home to an untidy house on Tuesday since you didn’t clean it Friday. But, girl, you need to accept that you’re always going to be tired if you keep running pell-mell at life. Stop being surprised.
Life is so worth charging pell-mell. The deeper you dig into God’s good love for you, the more deeply you fall in love with him. And the more deeply you fall in love with him, the more your eyes are opened to how good his love is for you. The world has so much color when you worship, and the ache you feel for the pain of others is so much better than the ache of feeling nothing at all. You haven’t arrived, but you’re not stagnating anymore. You stagnated for awhile, but you’re not anymore.
More and more, you’re wondering if your “calling” is in a different direction than you’ve ever dreamed. You’re beginning to think that maybe the MBA wasn’t so that you’d land some high-paying, high-profile job, but rather so God could teach you some lessons and grow some things in you that wouldn’t have come about if that season of your life had looked differently than it did. Can you give up on your expectations in exchange for all that is offered by a God who gives abundantly more than we could ever ask or imagine? That’s a daily struggle, but oh, oh it thrills you to dream about might happen if you can. You sometimes whisper a prayer under your breath, ‘This dream is outside of what I can make happen. You’re going to have to show up.’ You sometimes have to wrestle your heart to mean it. You’re sometimes afraid of what happens if and when he says ‘Yes.’ But sometimes it’s too pressing to merely whisper because you mean it. Keep meaning it. And keep whispering it even when you just want to mean it.
Now, as you sit on a plane in unexpected turbulence, you murmur a prayer under your breath for the people around you who are afraid. You realize yet again how many people are around you and you feel that familiar tug to get pulled into the vortex of contemplating the vast body of experience contained in this plane, the wild idea that we each carry within us an entire world that our fellow passengers will never know. Melissa, you live constantly on the cusp of being completely paralyzed by overfeeling everything for everyone. You see a world you cannot control, colors you cannot explain, people you cannot possibly know, and it washes over you in a way you cannot describe. It’s a strength and a weakness, and increasingly you’re having to come to terms with what it means to be you in a world that tells you you’re too sensitive/vulnerable/invested. That same gracious, big-love God keeps unfolding this path for you as you walk along it, and as you sit on this plane in this turbulence with all these people, your only real option is to focus your eyes and over-full senses on the God who never says you’re too sensitive/vulnerable/invested for feeling as deep as you do and loving as recklessly as you do. He made you the way you are. You know him in the vibrant way you do because he made you exactly the way you are. You’ll have keep reminding yourself of that for the rest of your life probably.
You can’t find your fit on the enneagram or the MBTI or any of the arbitrary personality tests that float around. You don’t blog as often as you mean to. You send ridiculously long texts that you punctuate meticulously and you think about pizza more than anyone who doesn’t work for a pizzeria has any right to do.
Your life is messy but, even when it’s hard, you’re madly in love with it.
So what do you have to talk about? Life, my dear. Life in its minutia and life in its broad, sweeping strokes.
Remember whose you are. Remember that the turbulence passes.
Now get out there and enjoy some much needed beach time.
Love, Me