Recovery: the process of returning to a normal state.
But at this point, what’s normal?
I’ve been back in America for almost 2 months now, and have been thinking a lot about what is “normal” for me now as I recover from those hectic 11 months of living out of a backpack.
My previous normal was at university; living in an old, big, beautiful, rundown house with five friends while finishing my engineering degree. Then, for the past year, the normal was different in every country. Every month, every location, I was forced to find my present normal: the routine of bed, diet, exercise, work. It all changed with every month. So normal became change. And now? What is it?
I am discovering the parts of me that I want to make my normal state.
Things like walking to the corner store for groceries, walking to a park to read, walking (in general!). Drinking small yet powerful cups of espresso instead of a big ol’ coffee. Eating when I’m hungry and eating until I’m full. Chewy, crusty, seedy, homemade bread. Wearing expressions of myself- like fun jewelry, and black, and green. Making food for people. Serving. Reaffirming and encouraging loved ones. Talking about water and how to protect it. Not throwing away any food. Not buying more than I need. Spending time listening to the Lord. Spending time with good people. Living up the passions God gave me.
So far, that’s manifesting in going to many fun cultural events in Cleveland, and visiting many dear friends and family. It’s also searching for a nice environmental engineering job that will make me excited to go to work. And, there’s been confusion and difficult times and a little pain; but I know that the Lord has placed me here and now for a reason, and I am happy to enjoy this normal state. At least, until it becomes abnormal.
I am lately comforted and motivated by 2 Peter 3:9 and the song Pieces by Bethel:
“The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.”
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Love keeps its promises
It keeps its word
It honors what’s sacred
‘Cause its vows are good
Your love’s not broken
It’s not insecure
Your love’s not selfish
Your love is pure
You don’t give Your heart in pieces
You don’t hide Yourself to tease us
