We Have an Announcement

Back home currently has the most snow in the United States. A lot of feet of snow have fallen. Flagstaff, Arizona has a ton of snow right now also. In fact, a friend of mine that lives in Tucson posted a snowy video today too! Needless to say, I miss the snow. Alabama has no snow, but that’s no surprise.
And snow isn’t even the most important thing to me, especially in a place that I want to live.

I moved to Alabama sort of on a whim. I thought I was being called here. I thought my life was going to change and I would be put on a path that would launch me into a career I could only dream about. It’s funny how I’m usually wrong about these things. Because what I thought I was stepping into was not at all what I actually stepped into.

I had not lived here six months when my mother passed. I was reeling from her loss and found comfort in alcohol and watching stupid Netflix shows with someone who was starting to become a very good friend. It wasn’t much later that he was more than a friend and I fell in love with Bobby.
Moving to Alabama changed my life. Losing my mother changed my life. But loving Bobby has changed my life for the better.

Last year, Bobby and I took a road trip across the country because I was homesick. Along the way we stopped in Flagstaff, Arizona to buy some film and get coffee at Dutch Bros. because I discovered they have one there. We had been in the city half an hour when we both decided we wanted to live there. We planned to make the move after I finished my graduate program, and I would just go through the licensing process in Arizona. I had some anxiety about the difficulty of finding someone to supervise me so I could get my license, when I would have no contacts in Arizona, but I figured it would work itself out.
But I’ve been homesick for a long time. Alabama has made me more and more miserable. I thought if I quit my job and made a change that I would be happier, but in December I only felt more depressed. I felt like I couldn’t make it. I just wanted to go home.
So I called my dad. And I called my brother. And they said that Bobby and I could move back to my childhood home for the summer to save money. So we’re leaving Alabama in May and will be in California for three months. I’m ready to go home.
Bobby and I decided that we didn’t want to wait until I finished school, especially when the licensing process in a different state might be challenging. So I’m going to finish my degree in Arizona. We’ll be moving there in August, and I am so excited.

Since I’ve been missing the snow and sick of all the rain here, I figured now would be a good time to announce that we’re leaving. Finally.

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New Year

Wash over me
Waves come crashing, rains come falling down
New waters, refreshing
Drought is ending

The thirsty can drink
No need to thirst anymore
Be renewed in this
Be revived in this

Spring up oh well
Can you feel it?
In your heart, you’re overflowing
What you thought was dry is drenched

Can you see death in the land around you?
Because all I see is teaming with green
This land is alive, well, and free
It has not let you down yet

Welcome to a new year
A new life
Be refreshed
This drought is ending

Christmas (A Poem)

Christmas.
Family.
When the air is filled with cheer
A time you want your loved ones near

Christmas.
A time we’re prone to forget
Wrapped up in the mess of present wrapping
Though its reason is all about the presence

Christmas.
A time for remembering
A God most powerful, became so humble
A child in a stable, came to save mankind

Christmas.
Unwrap new beginnings
It doesn’t matter what your tree looks like
There wasn’t even a tree at the original

Christmas.
Wisemen, shepherds, nativity.
So much more, though our small minds might make it less
King, creator, Lord of our hearts

Christmas.
A time to be found
Don’t get lost in this
Find time to be merry

Christmas.
Let your heart be warmed
No matter how cold it may or may not be outside
It was never about the weather anyway

Christmas.
Remember.
Be humbled and bring praise
Its every reason is so you could be saved

Christmas.

The World is Not Going to End

The world is not going to end
Not today
Not when we expect it to
It is not dying
Simply maturing

We look at her
Our earth
And see depravity
Decay
Then search for someone to blame it on

But she is not our play thing
We complain that she is broken
When she doesn’t do the things we want her to

There’s not enough water here
It’s too cold there
She sent another hurricane
Searching for sun
Instead of enjoying the rain

We forget it’s not her job
To keep us alive
Mother nature is not our mother
Animals  move on or die
While we complain at doomed survival

Our world is strong
She can restore herself
If we would just stop
Destroying her

In our efforts to kill her
To tame her
To control  her
We are only killing ourselves

The world is not going to end
Not today
Not the way we expect her to
She doesn’t need our help surviving
So why do we try to save her?

Storm

A storm is coming
We’ve seen the rain
Felt the cold
But are we ready to experience this shaking earth?

The ground is shifting
And we can move with it in worship
Go with the flow
Embrace the change

Or we can try to fight it
Brace ourselves to be broken
To fall to our knees
As the floor beneath us disappears

We can run away
Take to the seas
Find sanctuary in the skies
But this storm is everywhere

There is no hiding
So we might as well accept it
Our fate has never been in our hands
Remember?  He’s got the whole world in his hands

He is dancing with us
And if you’re not prepared
Dancing can be scary
He never asked us to be fearless

So let’s dance in the rain
Leap with the rolling earth
Drift in the crashing seas
Because with destruction comes rebirth

Blame it on the Weather

A lot of us like to get angry at the weather.  The town I live in relies on heavy snow in the winter and beautiful weather in the summer because it’s a mountain resort town.  However, over the last four years, California has been in a drought that has kept the snow from falling.  But summer has still been beautiful.  This year, we got more snow in May than in November, January, and March combined.  But we don’t need the snow in May.  Since then, it’s been raining and hailing and opening and closing the passes and making the weather not as ideal for tourists.
Now, I’m not complaining.  I love the rain.  I was supposed to move to Portland.  My dream is to live in England.  I have no problem with the rain.  I’m a little bummed that the weather here has not been what we rely on, but maybe we should stop relying on the weather.

I can’t remember who said it to me, so I can’t quote them, but someone said that the arts are prophetic.  And you don’t have to believe in God to be used by him.  So we should pay attention to what is happening in films and the media and whatever.
This is something that I haven’t thought a lot about, because I don’t get to watch a lot of movies, but I just watched San Andreas last Saturday, and God was speaking to me throughout the whole thing.  I realized that a lot movies have had to do with big changes in weather.  California has been devastated in a lot of films.  But I’m not going to say that California is going to get hit by a big earthquake or whatever.  A popular theme in movies and books has had to do with post apocalyptic worlds, or dystopian societies.  Another thing that I’m not saying is going to happen.  But maybe change is coming.  Maybe the world is going to shift.  Maybe this “bad weather” is going to become the norm.  And maybe we should accept it.  Or maybe not.

I honestly don’t know what is going to happen.  I think it is entirely possible that weather shifts are a normal part of nature.  Wasn’t there an ice age?  Wasn’t there a giant flood?  Wasn’t the world once a tropical paradise?  Where did the dinosaurs live?
I really don’t know that much about the history of weather.  It’s something that’s starting to intrigue me, but I don’t yet have enough time to research it.  All I’m saying is that we should stop complaining.  If we try to fight nature, we’ll fail.  Nature always wins.  But God wins more.

So let the snow fall.  Let the rain come down.  Let it be winter in January and springtime in June.  Or not.  Let the summer last until November.  Let winter take 4 months too long to get here.  I think the creator of nature probably knows what he’s doing.  I like to think he laughs at our petty complaints sometimes, because we can’t see what’s coming.

But remember, I can always be wrong.