imagine just walking down a quiet corridor at hogwarts. a vaulted stone ceiling above you; breezes from outside blowing through the arches; the light from the torches dancing across the flagstones; someone’s missing cat running across your feet; the sound of distant echoing footsteps from across the castle; peering into busy charms classrooms and hearing muffled incantations; madame pince busily walking by you levitating a pile of books in front of her; your robe flowing behind you on the way to class.
3 October 2019 | The past few days have been an emotional whirlwind to make the understatement to end all understatements. The imagery of being adrift in the sea has been one I’ve turned to often over the past six months or so to describe how I feel—searching for the hope and security of clinging to the buoy of God’s graciousness. I’m finally beginning to feel peace and comfort again, but that’s paired with a longing to know better and deeper and more intimately the Creator whose depths I’ve only just begun to plumb. Thanks be to God for mercy shown and mercy yet to be realized.
We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.