The Kind of Life I Want:
(Free write)
I’d like to wake up in the morning and be grateful for the newness of each day. I want a life that’s full of days that aren’t too too busy, there’s no need for rush. Days that are bigger than me, bigger than my own small hands.
I want a life where I sit on porches and listen to something other than my own voice. Where I am quiet enough and still enough to talk with my God. Simply and honestly- without the illusive jargon that says nothing at all- I want to be with my God.
I’d like a life where I take long walks with the people I love. Leisure walks that are full of trees and skies and conversation that matters. I want to walk along the edges of mountains and oceans, along all the things that man couldn’t make. I want to drive in the car down long stretches of highway and hear my favorite books read aloud. With the windows down, I want the wind to blow and for there to be no concern of hair or noise or too much heat.
And food, I want to eat food the comes from the ground and makes me strong. But not too much, give the too much to those with too little.
I want to take time to write and create and press up against the principles of mediocrity. I want a life that sees the beauty of it all, that still looks for trees to climb and strangers to befriend.
And I want to know my heart. Because if I don’t know my own heart, then surely I’ve missed the point. I want to know your heart too, the ones that I love, that are strong when I am not. Because if I only know my own heart, then surely I’ve missed the point.
A slow and deliberate life, rich and joyful, that’s what I want.
Mostly though, I want a life that’s the deepest expression of love that it can be. Generosity and kindness and fruit that comes not from trees. I want a life that hopes even in the darkness and is rooted in love that can’t be explained.
I want a life like that. I’m making a life like that.
