giving thanks (these days)

What a week, huh? It feels like it’s been months of struggle already but it’s only been 11 days. I spent much of last week driving across Montana, attending the women’s march, hosting a youth event, recruiting summer staff at three different colleges and getting on the ski hill as much as possible between all that. 

I’m grateful for the brilliant blue sky, reminding me that the light always returns, 

For incredible sunrises & reminders of hope, 

For new views, sore legs & hard working lungs, 

For road trips, the wild Montana skies & comfortable silence, 

For partners in the resistance (just 5 of the 10,000 in Montana alone!)

For laughter in ridiculous situations, 

and all the miles we travel together. 

In the midst of all the hurt, anger and confusion I felt at the news last week, I was reminded over and over to be joyful. Joy is resistance. Joy is fighting. Joy is hope. For me, joy is playing cribbage & laughing together after a long day. It’s trying every free sample in Costco. It’s hugging friends all over the state. It’s dancing to a terrible rapper at a dive bar. It’s singing to the sunset on the way home. 

Fight for joy. Be brave. Love y’all. 

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giving thanks (these days)

summer has slipped by in a way that always surprises me; even after 6 summers of camp . The days feel long and I am often too tired to read or write much of anything, but I am thankful for hard work and the ways that I am loved in this place. We have two weeks left with campers and some summer staff have already left to move on to the next steps in life. I am grateful for all the laughter & joy that this summer has brought, and beginning to feel sad about it ending, but comforted in the knowledge that our community will remain.

Lately I’ve been thankful for long, long hikes to places like this,

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for sun filled days on the lake, laughing and learning together,

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for visits from dear friends & the joy of sharing this place with them,

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& for daily reminders to be present, to be kind & to live freely.

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happy august to you all; what are you thankful for today?

“All I can tell you is that there is a moment when you finally stop & refuse to pretend this life is not yours & suddenly being strong looks a lot like laughing & crying & dancing & listening deeply to the people you love & now & then you will look back at that old way & wonder how you ever believed that life was something to endure.” (storypeople) 

bits of truth

“I think we like to talk a lot about being brave because the actual doing of it is so freaking terrifying. And tiring. And ordinary.

It’s my belief that true fearlessness comes from living loved. When we find our worth and our value in Christ, then, as the Psalmist wrote, what can man do to us? I don’t think we can be a people-pleaser or an approval-addict AND be brave with our lives. Perhaps that’s why fearlessness or bravery starts with our identity first, it’s the deep well from which we draw living water, enough for today.

I believe that bravery is born in the quiet and ordinary moments long before it’s seen by anyone else. Sometimes it’s as simple and devastating as the moments no one else will ever see – the moments of daring to be honest with our own self, of laying down our excuses or justifications or disguises, of asking ourselves what we really want, of forgiveness, of honesty, of choosing the hard daily work of restoration, of staying resolutely alive when every one else is just numbing themselves against life. These are why our friends matter so deeply: they are witness to the sacred secrets. Not all secrets are terrifying things, some of them are beautiful and transformative.”

-sarah bessey

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one more trip around the sun. 365 days of service, laughter, mountains, city lights, poems, tears, veggies, hugs and dancing.

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I am so grateful to be a part of this life I have been blessed with.

My intentional truth for this year of  is bravery. I find myself in a time of deep transition and deep discernment and it is my hope that I can remember to be brave in each big decision and small act this year. Be well, my dear readers, and be brave.