2024: week 14.

monday, april 1.

Mondays in the past couple weeks have been wild cards, and I’m super curious to see what God is up to.

tuesday, april 2.

There was a 10% chance of a tornado happening within 25 miles of me on this day. Compared to 2020, when the chances were 2 or 3% and we did get a tornado, this seemed pretty high. It’s always a wait-and-see event, but with things like church, where you kind of need to plan at least a few hours ahead, it’s tough. They made the call to cancel service, and then we got like, a thunder storm. I don’t even think it was severe.

Anyway, so here is a photo of these cute flowers my roommate put in a tiny vase for me. They brightened up my day on an otherwise dreary and stormy day.

wednesday, april 3.

I don’t know. I don’t remember what I even did on this day, as it’s like a week later and I’m trying to think back. I do know that I didn’t go grocery shopping. I think I went to bed early.

thursday, april 4.

Update on these flowers. Okay. They actually started out pretty short — the perfect height for that small vase. But then they grew taller and leaned toward the window. I kept moving them around, but I noticed them on this day leaning hard toward the window, toward the sun. They cannot help themselves. They’re drawn to it.

I snapped a photo of it because I kind of feels like, Same. Things keep moving, but I keep leaning so hard into Jesus. I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to Him.

friday, april 5.

I went to pilates. I worked. I grocery shopped. I watched Full Swing on Netflix.

I recently discovered that I really appreciate a good sports documentary, which is interesting because I’ve historically not been into sports at all, unless it’s the World Cup. But I think there’s something about meeting the people and following their stories that makes me be like, yeah I could watch The Masters this year. (Will I though? Probably not.)

saturday, april 6.

It’s been colder this week than it’s been. And by that I mean the highs dropped into the 50s. So I haven’t been walking as much, but it warmed up again on Saturday so here is this photo of my walking feet.

sunday, april 7.

A few years ago, my friend told me a story about her brother who was once taking a long time to do something, and he said he was going slow for joy. The phrase stuck with her, and when she said it to me, it stuck with me too. Mostly because I did not associate slow — and waiting — with joy. I mostly want to speed up for joy, you know? Of all the words I associated with slow, joy was not one of them. It was like, the opposite.

I forgot about it until this week, when this phrase kept coming to mind. This time, it felt more true. Things feel like they’re moving slowly these days, and I just keep thinking, slow for joy.

So I found the print I’d made years ago and pulled it out — in case I forget. The slow is on purpose. It’s for joy.