Journal: #259 Gotta Have A Plan
Something dark and afraid fell off my mind late Friday evening. For months I' felt a mysterious doom crowd my thoughts, and Friday I sunk under the weight of these fears. Then with a few concise prayers and some warm tears, I pushed through. I stared down my enemy, prayed, wrote, and worshipped anyway. I giggled as peace returned to my being. It’s wasn’t a particularly dignified moment, but it was memorable. The simple act of saying I’m still here, unlocked a flood of Heaven’s glory,
I needed a breakthrough. In this transition season from Old Nik to New Nik, I need little shot’s of love from the Lord. I’m not just walking away from on old way of life, but old friends too. It’s bizarre. And, in September, everything will change again. The Lord has a purpose for my sojourn into ministry school, and I’ll have dozens if not hundreds of new friends very soon. Goodness is coming and I am open to it, whatever form it may take.
As of today, I a little more than 140 days until the beginning of school. The expanse between today and that is like a being at the back of long line for a rollercoaster, so I need a plan for the next 20-ish weeks. I decided to break the summer into three parts: the two-week South Carolina sprint, the first nine weeks, and the final nine weeks. The goals is to be the most me I can be. LOLOLOL. What I mean is, I want to spend as much time outside, drawing or sculpting, writing, and investing as I can. This season is a season of moving on. I’m convinced this is how I do it, by doubling down on me.
Over the next 3 posts I’ll go over each part of my three part plan to rock this summer. See ya tomorrow.
