Lead Me Where

Sometimes I am so full of things to write about that by the time I get my mug of water (actually, tea this evening), set my phone to Pandora, sit cross-legged on the loveseat, and open WordPress, potential blog posts are hurtling around in my head, becoming mixed and jumbled in their haste to be written.

It is those same nights that I straighten my back, sip my tea/water, and realize that the blog post ideas have run themselves ragged in my mind and are now all flat, flimsy, and garbled. I start a post three or four different times, trying valiantly to disentangle the ideas and sentiments from one another, but a post that began with one idea suddenly becomes a mash-up of three different experiences, and I delete the whole thing with one long press on the “delete” button.

I’m thinking about Mancelona, which is in 16 days (Maddie and I counted tonight).

I’m thinking about a fellow swim coach; a friend who I’ve come to know and love over the past several years, who is working her last day as a coach tomorrow.

I’m thinking about how different this summer is from last summer; how this summer seems to be so much better, and wondering if it’s better for all the right reasons.

I’m thinking about people in Mexico. People I miss very much; probably more than I let on.

I’m thinking about how Jesus is not just God to me; He’s my friend. An amazing friend who deserves to be a bigger part of my life than He is at the moment.

I’m thinking about a lot of things, I guess.

~Natalia