I watched it dance, flutter, dip and rise in the wind. This kite was doing it’s best to find a smooth ride but the weather front that’s moving through today made it almost impossible. This inanimate object looked alive as it struggled to locate a steady breeze in which to catch it’s breath, cross winds pulling it to and fro. The dark skies highlighted the colorful fabric as I watched from the hill behind our house this morning.
I reflected on the last fourteen months of my life and understood the kite’s struggle to locate calm in chaos, fight for steadiness in a season of upheaval. I have to catch my breath when I think of what I’ve lost and gained in such a short time. It’s hard to fathom this path of burden and blessing I’ve walked. Old friends I miss, new friends I’m making. A vocation I was comfortable with, a different way to serve and help those in need. Uprooted from a place and people I loved, transplanted to an unexpected, uncertain, unique opportunity.
Eighteen months ago I thought I had an idea of how my life would play out. Now, like the kite, I’m trying to stay in the sky and not crash and burn. I took a deep breath as a strong breeze swept over the field. The kite was still aloft and so am I. One day, one moment at a time. Let the path unfold. Don’t fight against the winds of change. Trust.