Even though it pains me to write it, I’m getting older. For example, two weeks ago I had to get glasses because I could no longer read road signs as I was driving until they were just a few yards away.
As we move through life, more and more similar situations occur and we adjust or we find help; I got glasses. To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of them but I can see clearly now, and things have definition and textures again, which I love.
Early this morning, I sat and listened to a man I respect speak. A man who in a bad time in my life shed wisdom and light into my life; however, today his words seemed fuzzy. They had no texture to me. They felt dry and used to me.
How is it when my eyes start to go, I get glasses, but when my heart starts to wane, or disconnect, I think nothing of it. I brush it off as being a guy or having a bad day.
As you know, my life has changed a lot over the last eight months. Almost all of it has been amazing. Parts of it have been hard. Some of it has been the most stressful part of my life. I’ve had good friends turn on me. I’ve made life decisions that I now get to bare the consequences of for the next season of life. And that is ok. I now work for an amazing organization, I have a new child on the way and I have a community that I love.
Community is a odd thing. If you’ve never experienced community, it’s hard to find the right words to describe it. Once you experience community you realize pretty fast, you’ve needed it and that you’ve known something was not right, but you were not sure what or why. Community brings a lot of clarity to your life. You start to see with more definition, you start to see the textures of those around you.