I started this entry a few weeks back. It was the first time I sat in my new place in complete silence, and I didn't quite know what to do with myself except to blog. I'm grateful to have not been left alone for very long so far - I have an amazing BFF, Karen who has been my temporary roommate for these first few weeks, along with a few other sweet friends.
This particular evening, I came in from dinner with my new friend Sarah at Buckhead; I am so excited about digging into new community here. As I walked away from her car and up the stairs to my condo alone, that gift I never asked for met me at the door.
It's becoming quite the "regular" in my life since moving out on my own, whether I want it around or not. It joins me at the most unexpected times, the most unexpected places.
It's been there all along these last 11 months; I just haven't acknowledged it. I haven't really had to with so much to do, so many folks surrounding me. I was really hoping I could leave it tucked away in storage, never to been seen again.
But it's as if I unpacked the last remaining box in my condo, and out it came. And, like an unwanted present that is too hideous to re-gift or give away, it looks like I'm stuck with it.
It is the gift of loneliness.
Why on earth would I ever refer to this as a gift? I'm certainly not thrilled to have it darken my doorstep. But having experienced it a few years back when I was on my own in South Florida, I can testify that it is a gift from the Lord wrapped up as a blessing in disguise.
It is a megaphone for my God.
When all is quiet around me, He speaks that much louder.
When I have no one else to talk to, I cry out to Him even more.
He shows up in my loneliness, my silence, with His calming, gentle Spirit.
He meets me just where I am and reminds me that though I may be physically alone, He is always with me.
Dearly loved,
Melissa
and so are we. Come over for dinner next time you get that kind of feeling.....you are always welcome and wanted in our home & around our table.
ReplyDeleteLove you always.
K