Besides a good meal, dark chocolate and comedian Jim Gaffigan, purging is my go-to maneuver for getting out of a funk. Throwing shit away helps me keep the funky feeling at bay.
And yet, like any good introvert/internalizer/stereotypical writer, I often choose to invite my funk to stay, choosing to stew and marinate in it before – finally – releasing the funk back whence it came.
Today was “finally.” (Woosah.) I can see clearly now, the funk is gone. That’s because a lot of shit is gone too. I was throwing shit out left and right, forward and backward, above and below.
Then I organized what was left into bags…more specifically, into my suitcase, backpacks and tote bags.
No, I don’t have any journeys mapped out or any timelines inked on the calendar, but the way that my bags are set up, I don’t need an itinerary. I have grace–new grace.
A big chunk of my funk had to do with old grace. Old grace brought me through many dangers, toils and snares. Through foreign states and a foreign country. Through financial, mental and emotional barriers. Through hotels, motels, hostels, friends’ homes and an airport bathroom. (Don’t ask.) Old grace brought me safe thus far and led me to my parents’ home in Daytona Beach…almost a year ago.
I had grown comfortable with old grace. Too comfortable. My mind, aspirations and feet were so relaxed that it seemed like they could not be awakened to new grace.
Sometimes rest is required and, trust me, I’m all about resting. But when new grace came knocking on my door this week in the form of phone and Skype calls from two of my gracious friends, I knew that I had hit my snooze button long enough. It was time for me to get up.
And so I did. I got up this morning and started throwing shit away. I got up and thanked God for old grace and, while packing my bags, thanked Him for new grace too. The new grace that will bring me through new dangers, toils and snares. Through new foreign states and foreign countries. Through new financial, mental and emotional barriers. Through new hotels, motels, hostels, friends’ homes, but hopefully, no new airport bathrooms.
Thank God for new, amazing grace. Amen.
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