where waves grow sweet

And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. Romans 5:5

This is my 100^th post, which amounts to quite a few thoughts and more than a few hours expended, but it feels strange to quantify a journey. And, honestly, it feels like so much more than that. While I only began writing this blog about six months ago, it has become such a part of me that it seems like it has always existed. Like my son. Or a good friend.

[*I’m hoping that 100 of my posts isn’t akin to that movie, 27 Dresses, with Katherine Heigl where she has accrued a glut of unimaginably ugly bridesmaids dresses.]

I realize my last couple of posts were intense and apologize for any concern I caused over my wellbeing. There have obviously been some deep things going on, but I apparently failed to communicate an understanding that God really is aligning my heart with his – which is my greatest desire – and is continually shedding resurrection hope on every pain of surrender.  He hasn’t called me to the cross to deprive me of any good thing, but to remove only what will keep me from the good he wants to give. It is a stripping of the old in order to be clothed with the new – his very life and righteousness over which death has no power. This is good news!

I also neglected to mention that huge joy followed each of those posts… laughter, dancing, lightness, fun dates, good things. Like the fresh air after a rainstorm. To answer your questions:

1)      I am well. Really. Thank you.

2)      John and I are still dating. He is genuine, kind, and so very good to me. My heart is glad to be his.

A fundraiser on Thursday

Kayaking around Balboa on Friday

A wedding on Saturday

A flight around Catalina on Sunday