This photo is an accurate representation of how I've felt lately.
Frazzled, a little spazzed, a tad exhausted, with just a hint of crazy face.
When I was out on the Clackamas a few weeks ago I was reminded how at once you can feel completely exhilarated and completely terrified at how quickly you get can get caught in the current and rushed along through the water.
Sometimes you float merrily along, sometimes you hit some pretty gnarly rocks ((my bruises have healed by the way)) and sometimes you get lucky and speed through those rapids like a pro. The water is deep enough and you end up catching some air and enjoying the rush when a wave crashes over you, the icy water instantly revitalizing you from the bearing of the hot, hot sun.
Driving back from Seattle the other night after spending two amazing days with two of my dearests and their families ((and snuggling their sweet, sweet babies)), at first all I could think about was how much I wanted to get home and just go. to. sleep.
I've been burning the candle at both ends ((and maybe the middle, I'm not sure, I think that's possible, who knows, I can't feel my face anymore)) and now here we are at the end of July and I look back to realize I've been caught in these rapids. I landed in the current and have just been speeding along, happily aware of the fact that this is the first time I can remember fully trusting God to get me through the river. And even if I hit a rock or two, I know those bruises will heal and become just another part of the story I'll tell later. And I love that.
I like your rivers.
Where to next?