Stranded

I've been sitting with a blank screen for the last 15 minutes here, so I just decided to start writing about that.  I have been stuck in a writer's block for the last 2 weeks or so and I can't figure out how to get out of it.  But Andy sent me something today that just talked about how you should keep creating, even if it's not quality, so quantity, here I come.

I spent the day sailing with Brian, Lindsay, Rick, Monica and Delaina yesterday.  We weren't going to go, but at the last minute, I thought there was enough wind, and sure enough, there was plenty.  So much so, in fact, that on the other side of the lake, one of our lines snapped and we had to jimmy rig it to get it back.  But we made it and had a good time.  Lindsay is moving up to Minnesota on Saturday, so that kind of sucks for us here.  I'm going to miss her like crazy.  But I guess that means I'll have one more person up there to justify the trips up there.  Slowly, as people start to drift in and out of Madison, I'm realizing more and more that I need to keep moving.  This time of life is not the time when my friend pool will be steady, which I guess eliminates the possibility of stagnant relationships.

I just feel like I'm in a constant state of adjusting.  Everything feels relative.  Measurements are fleeting because the point at which you being to measure is never accurate.  

Most of me really hopes that life evens out after a while, but part of me is afraid for that.  We all know how non-committal I actually am.  

I've also hit a little dry spot with God.  I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with the fact that for 2 months, I haven't really been serving anywhere.  And that is where I saw God and where I grew and developed the most.  So I guess, I'm looking forward to students to come back so that I have a place to serve again.  Or maybe I've actually hit a road block here.

But the only way to combat that is to just fight against it...