There are two sounds that I absolutely love while I drift off to sleep. The first is the sound of crickets. The second is raindrops against the window. Crickets remind me of time spend with cousins at my grandparents old cottage, laughter, joy, conversations, walking to the beach, walks in the forest. Family time. The second sound is peaceful, relaxing - it reminds me of camping, playing cards in the tent, curling up with a blanket and a book, watching thunderstorms from my porch in Ajax.
Last night I went to sleep with the sound of crickets in the background and this morning I awoke to the rain gently falling onto my face! Yes, I awoke confused as to why my face was becoming wetter with each second, realizing my window was open and that the sound of gentle rain had become a not so pleasant reality on my face. I stumbled towards the clock after closing the window and stumbled back to bed once seeing that it was only 7:30ish.
After awaking again at 10:30, the rain incident made me smile. Reminds me that God has a sense of humour... it was a beautiful moment.
So, the rest of my summer consisted of working at Christian Horizons, concerts at Del Crary Park, babysitting, hanging out with the boys, birthday parties, getting angry at boys who honk and holler and yell as you are walking down the street, going to a concert in Toronto, weekly visits to Chapters and Sobeys, wedding showers and Lisa's wedding, movies, mini-putt, bowling, Christmas in July, knitting, a visit to Cambridge and Webster Falls, my uncle's 40th surprise birthday party, a week of night shifts in which I managned to burn myself while making JELL-O one night, saying good-bye several times to a dear friend who is in Saskatchewan for the year, Camp, beautiful Camp Kara, my Grandpa's 88th birthday party at Mardarin with 75 people :), relaxing days at Grace's cottage with good friends and fun times, five days at beautiful Camp Mini-yo-we jumping on trampolines, taking naps, spending my days with a four year old, a 3 1/2 month old and their beautiful, loving parents and the beautiful Jones family.
September has started off well. A labour day weekend filled with friends, laughter and enjoyable times :)
This summer has been one of many thoughts. I am no longer a student, I am no longer tied down to Peterborough yet I am still here. I have no idea where I will be next week or what I will be doing? And that scares and excites me. In early June, I wrote briefly about a book I was reading called The Holy Wild. I stopped reading that book shortly after that entry because I wasn't resting in the presence of God. I knew that I should be. I was uncertain as to where God was leading me, I still am. I realized I need to be in the Word, I need to be in prayer. I need to spend time daily with my Saviour and I wasn't. The book, the words on the page, the passages of Scripture that were written were convicting me of that sin. So, I stopped reading for awhile. I picked it up recently, and am beginning anew from page 1.
I am now experiencing time in the valley, I'm climbing towards the mountaintop, but I'm not sure when I will reach the peak. It's a continuous climb. I know that it is all in God's hand, His perfect timing, and he continues to teach me great patience, understanding and discipline. I wait on Him, and I look to Him for my teaching.
For those of you that read this,
Thank you for your patience :)
Much love,
Sarah Beth Yoshiki <><
