I think everyone needs a place they can run to and rest . Ultimately we should run to God, but I think He uses places and people we can run to, to experience Him in the ordinary.
When I was a child, it was Living Waters. Everything just made sense there. My creativity, mind, and worship just flowed there. It was the place in those deepest darkest nights of winter I wished I could just run to and everything would seem better, even if it wasn’t actually. Columbus Day Weekend as soon as I had left the campground, I would be counting down the days until the first weekend of May when I could be back.
My coming out to Ohio in 2017 was extremely difficult for me (I’m sure plenty of you remember) and I couldn’t just escape to camp anymore. At first, it felt like I had nowhere to run and hide from the burdens of life, and it took me a while to find a place of rest among the craziness of campus and college life. First, I found it at the home of Jon & Lynette Rarick, who took me in on many occasions and in what they might not have known were some of my darkest moments. Eventually, as I blossomed into my own, I found this place— Cox Arboretum, where I am currently sitting on a bench and writing this out— listening to cicadas whine and a lonesome mourning dove.
Usually by this time in a year I will have come here 10-15 times, yet this is only my second time here this year. It’s been an odd year, one where it’s been harder to find joy and see God in everything. I haven’t even felt the desire to come out here, but thank the Lord today I did. I was shopping for a book at Barnes & Nobles, and when I stepped outside I finally felt that urge and followed it despite knowing I probably had other stuff to do today that could take precedence. But the last two months have beat me down. Deaths that have made me recall the fragility of life, more career opportunities that have had doors shut and left me wondering if I am not good enough, having the hope of two little feet to soon paddle across our floor and that hope being extinguished almost as quickly as it’d began, and the fact that now both of my best friends live in the DC Metro area.
I needed a break, I needed rest.
So here I find myself on my favorite bench, not with a pen and paper as I normally would be writing, but instead on my rinky-dink notes app, which is surprisingly good in a pinch to let my words flow and emotions quell. Now, I will say my allergies are KILLING me out here today, but I do suppose that’s the one downside of being out in nature. I wish you all were here with me to experience it; amidst the noise of cars, I’d hope you’d be able to commune with God and yourself, too. It’s a beautiful, balmy day with just enough puffy white clouds to provide some shade if needed. I hope you all can find a place like this, or multiple places if you’re lucky. For the hour I’m here it feels like I can breathe again, where I’m reminded that it’s all in God’s timing and He has me where He wants me…even if maybe I don’t want to be there. ;)
PS do not consider this to be my return to writing and/or blogging, though I’m sure my husband would really love that. I rarely get the itch to write anything of legitimate worth nowadays. Today, it felt right though.





