This year marks the first birthday I’ve been home for in Dryden since 2004. Sarah and I went out to the East Indian and Greek restaurant for supper and then headed over to Mom and Dad’s for cake in the evening. Mom outdid herself with a homemade black forest cake—the best I’ve ever tasted! It was a great day.
I think I was maybe fifteen or sixteen when I first heard Switchfoot’s The Beautiful Letdown. My friend Matt shared the rock album with us on our way out to Eston for a Sr. High Encounter Weekend.
When Sarah turned 24 in November she made a point of sitting down to listen to it again. So last week I did the same. The words now ring with a deeper resonance than that which I knew only as a teenager. The lyrics kept rolling around in my mind in the days rolling up to the 6th. So where has 24 found me?
Strangely contended, perhaps. Mostly at peace, I think. And hopeful. It’s been almost a year since we moved back to Dryden, and that was a pretty tumultuous time for us: really trying to find where God wanted us—what made sense for us after our season in Eston was over. Even once we made that choice to come back there was still the question of where we would work, and what life would look like now.
The number one thing that I have learned, and am still learning, is that the Lord is faithful. He is trustworthy. Even when it feels so difficult. I’m still learning to listen, to remember actually how he continues to provide. But he often returning me to the truth that He will provide, that he knows, that things are okay.
I’m glad to find myself here.