A friend told me last night that it is so obvious that God and I are close. (Er...I believe her exact word was "tight.") In the moment I kind of chuckled, but I woke up and couldn't get the thought out of my mind.
I skipped work today (since my entire lab is in Salt Lake City and there's nothing to do so why not take vacation?) and ran to the beach instead. And as I ran, I kept thinking over and over again: God and I are close. We share life together. He calls me his friend. It feels strange to say it for fear of either sounding corny or cocky or of putting God on some low level and not giving him the utmost respect and honor that he deserves. But I couldn't get the reality out of my head today. I have a relationship with the living God. Who am I to have that? And in light of that reality, does anything else really matter?
As I continued running, my thoughts shifted to my dad. In a few weeks, it will have been five years since his home-going. And in that same week, I will begin a five year commitment to IV staff. And I felt like God was saying, "It's a new season Kelly. I want to take you out of a season of grief and into a season of joy." Again, it's scary to say that for fear that I'll either forget my dad and all the grief that came in that season or that when hard times come I'll question God's words. But I really had that sense today and I want to believe it - that God is really taking me into a new season with promises of joy.
"For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?" - Isaiah 43:19.
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