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I have a wild life, that I love, love, love.

I’m reaching the point in this year of yes that’s a bit tiring though. I’ll be honest, this past week has been a blur. I prepared mentally to write a big camp review, and then I was barrelling through a hundred other things that took precedent over sorting through my thoughts on camp.

What I will say is that I’m privileged to be a part of the kingdom work that gives young people the chance to hear the Gospel, live church context, and grow closer to Jesus.

We did some awesome stuff at youth group on Friday too. Some goofy stuff – including a quiz category all about me where youth had to guess my favourite colour and baptism date. One youth was shocked to discover I had tattoos as he’s only come since the fall and never seen me in short sleeves.

I will have a post come out next week, but I’m already realising that I’m just one week away from leaving for my last trip to the States this year. How beautiful that I get to see dozens of my former students and be a part of celebrating weddings for them. I’ve said no to so many things in the past twelve years overseas, and I am incredibly grateful God has given me the chance to say yes to so much in this season.

It can’t go on forever, but when I get back from this next trip, I will be winding down my year of yes and looking at what God is going to do in the next season of wintering and new growth ahead. How cool to see in the big scheme of things God moving massive pieces, but in the scale of a week, what a blur with all that’s been packed in!

Packed in with all the good are the complications that make my life more exhausting. To be honest, I wonder if this week would have felt so full if I didn’t have these kinds of commutes home:

In the span of three blocks from church home, I encountered these roadblocks. People are the worst sometimes, but by the grace of God literally right after I snapped the first photo as I was brainstorming how to drag and shove the scooter, a man came and moved both out of the way with a comment about people being inconsiderate. The bonus of the second photo is that those branches had previously been hitting me in the face when I practiced walking down the street with Kieran, and I actually could crunch over them and use the rest of the path.

I really don’t like to complain about my disability. It’s where I’m at right now. But I also really want to walk again because being disabled sucks and it slows me down. I like to think that when I’m healed I’ll constantly be the person uprighting the scooters laid across the path and pushing bins out of the way for others who might need the whole sidewalk. In the meantime, I sit and pray.

Friday night we launched a 24 hour prayer room at church, and as I hosted the space for the first four hours, I soaked up just being in God’s presence without anywhere else to be. I’d actually done the same at the beach on Tuesday for our staff prayer retreat, but it just wasn’t enough. At some point early on Friday night, someone else prayed for me. I didn’t see them put up the ribbon, but as I was tying a ribbon to the prayer string, I noticed one that was for my healing.

Someone specifically asked God for me to dance again. Lord, yes, please.