6 weeks...

Left In Seattle.

My beautiful city. So busy, so full, always on the move...
The dust has settled since my move up north, and I'm able to breath a little and sink into my routine. Mornings are spent at the gym in Georgetown, nights are spent relaxing at Greenlake. I have lots of coffee dates scheduled this summer with friends, old and new. I'm so refreshed and not bereft of fellowship or nurture.

What this summer holds is not set in stone. I thrive on the spontaneity of God's blessing. I feel like I'm resting in that special place where I can receive and give freely. I am bright and powerful in His love. I am continually provided for in supernatural ways (i.e. finding random dollar bills on the bus to pay for my next fare, etc). Those who have provided for me in the past are distant, and I am learning to say confidently "The Lord is my helper; I shall not fear."

Until the CrossFit Games.

Yes. Not set in stone, I'm reminded. I make plans... and God laughs, it seems. He has better things for me. He draws me nearer to him... and with the things that have tired me out at that! I had planned to withdraw from CrossFit toward the end of the summer, to compete at regionals and then be done. Decompress. Refresh. Withdraw.

Clearly He had other plans. Not only am I diving deeper into community with my CrossFit family, I'm drawing nearer to the Lord in it. I'm receiving my Father's approval and honor, coming out of a time of dryness into a place of abundance and love. He draws us nearer to one another and, I hope, nearer to him.

The CrossFit Games. It's a crazy thought. I hadn't expected to go back until after college at least. I didn't want to compete individually this year because there is already so much on my plate going off to college and all. The team, though, is no problem. Regionals was simply one workout a day, then party/bbq at camp. ("Camp" was made up of 2 RVs, and a trailer full of toys--- mini bikes, bicycles, stereo system, bean-bags games, movie projector--- meat and fun. That was the focus.



There was plenty of meat and plenty of fun. But there was also victory, honor, and fame in store for our "Little Gym that Could." JET CITY CROSSIT, the gym of less than 40 members, put out an EXTRAORDINARY performance, placing third. The CF Games website made it sound like I led team. But really it was Andrew Gray, our Captain Mastermind and Strategist, who led us to victory. I cannot say enough good things about my teammates, my gym, and the experience


Until I'm 18 years on earth.

It is that time of my life. The time of which others have said is "the most influential of their lives." I'm inspired to savor. I think of how the eagle learns to fly. Mama bird shoves him out of the nest and he falls falls falls. She catches him moments before he hits and places him again in safety. The next day: shove-fall-catch-replace. Repeat. Until the little one learns to spread his wings and let the wind take him up. That's what it feels like to be almost eighteen, going off to college soon, having my own bank account, traveling on my own.... I know the wings are there, somewhere. Right now I'm falling... and trusting that Mama Bird won't let me hit the ground.

Until moving to Annapolis.

I posted on facebook that I have 6 more weeks left till moving. The people who liked it are in Annapolis. The people who disliked it are in Seattle. It's good to know that I am well loved where ever I am, and missed wherever I'm not.

In the meantime, I'll savor.