8. Returning from a trip usually brings a sadness. Something akin to the opposite of homesickness. "Why am I home? I want more experiences. Should I even bother unpacking? What is 'normal'?" are thoughts running through my mind. However, I didn't feel the intensity of that sadness of returning home from Maine. Perhaps because it was only three days. Perhaps because I couldn't wait to see @signs.of.creation. Perhaps it's because I was going straight to Riverside and church groups. •
My fondness of being away compounded with the lack of snow at home should have really made me upset for a prolonged period. But that feeling was fleeting.
I was enjoying the warm late afternoon sunset at Scott Park when I noticed a littered beer can. I told myself I would grab it to recycle when leaving the park — which is what I did. There was still liquid in it, so I poured it on the grass. The liquid was chunky and blue. Paint? Poison? I paused and thought of where would be a more artistic place to release the remaining liquid. I found a lonely pile of dirty snow in the shadow of a tall building, and drizzled the rest of the liquid onto the snow. It looked like a snow cone because of how fake/bright the blue is. •
Thank the Lord for brightening my day with the last little piece of snow — until the next blizzard — and making it easy for me to be creative. Thank my #MaineFour crew for being such a happy and joyous bunch. Thank @signs.of.creation for loving me and praying with me. Thank @Cornerstone_Easton for being a body with faith and integrity. Thank the BCF Leadership group prayer warriors for tackling spiritual warfare in the lives of our young women. These thankful moments bring me happiness. •
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