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(“After Earth” image via E!)

My friend studied my face in amazement.

“You look so refreshed!” she said.

My eyebrows automatically arched in amusement.

“You mean relieved,” I replied slowly.

We were in the living room of the hostel where we both had been staying – i.e. living – for months, catching up with each other while sitting on the couch–the first couch in six days, in fact, that had not also served as my bed.

Many people come to Maui to surf. I, apparently, came to couch-surf.

I also, apparently, came to learn. If life is just a classroom, then this month has been AP calculus. (And it’s only the 17th?!)

“So, what’s been up with you?” she asked.

“Life is a series of coming to the edge of a cliff, peaking over, not seeing a net, jumping anyway and hoping that you’ll either fly or be caught on the way down,” I answered.

(That’s how I respond to “What’s been up with you?”)

“Yep,” my friend nodded knowingly.

(That’s why she’s my friend.)

At that moment, I was not ready to divulge the details of how I arrived at my answer. Nor am I ready to share that information with you now. But I will…later…most likely in the form of something that rhymes with “a look.” (Hint, hint.)

In the meantime, let this post be a PSA that I am safe, sleeping in an actual bed, righteous, and being miraculously fed…on $1.71.

“I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken, nor His seed begging bread.” ~ Psalm 37:25

 

I also got paid today. Amen.

 

 

 

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