From the Notebook: High Time.
It’s the Fourth of July and my last night at home before going back to the City. It has been an emotional three-day trip back to the Land Flowing With Milk and Cheese. I’ve had to reflect on and confront the ever-shifting tectonic plates of familial (dis)harmony, walk on eggshells around Dad about Rascal, and start to deal with the reality of doing long-distance with Rascal.
I am about to go to bed but pulled two things from the shelf in my bedroom just now as a challenge to myself. First, I picked up “Black’s Law.” I want to devote more of my free time to reading. Second, I took this notebook. I haven’t written in a while, and it’s high time I started again.
Lots of emotions are swimming around inside, and rightly so: I’m in a period of great transition, uncertainty, and in some ways, instability. Hopefully writing will help me sort through — or at least recognize — these feelings.
Lying beside me is my Bible. I am grateful that once again I feel the great need to cling to God, and that deep down, I know His hand will be enough to sustain and carry me.