July 29, 2019


Dear July,

How is it already the end? I feel like July came and went and now I'm longing for summer to last just a little bit longer because I know that August will come and go just as swiftly.

July, you taught me that it's okay to not be okay. So much of my life has been spent trying to hide my emotions in an attempt to be the stable friend, sister, and daughter. Suppressing these emotions, however, has prevented me from complete healing in many respects. These buried hurts have left me with scars I've only now discovered. Healing is possible at every season of life, however; and I'm holding onto that truth.

This month was filled with tanner arms and legs. Reading time in the hammock. Pedicure dates with preschoolers. Talking all things Enneagram with my little sister. Weekend trips with the family. Berry picking. Coast trips with my community group. And making tutus for church camp (and hanging out with 6-8 year old cheer girls!).

And while it was nothing like I had planned, all of those moments were life-giving and so much better than I ever could have imagined. People ask me all the time if I've made summer travel plans. And while I loooove traveling and exploring, I also know that there are seasons in life where being home is the adventure your heart needs, too. And I'm okay with that for this summer. I know that I won't always have this particular season and I'm trying my hardest to savor it before it's gone.

July, there's something sweet about you. June is both exciting and hard; exciting because it's the start of summer and anticipation is building yet hard because I have to adjust to an entirely different routine and speed of life. August is bittersweet because summertime is coming to an end and the excitement of a new school year gets my heart pumping. But July, you're just sweet. You're right in the middle. I've grown accustomed to a slower pace of life and am enjoying every single moment of it.

So thank you for giving me this sweet and slow month.

My heart needed it more than I ever knew. 

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