SOL 15: Refuge.

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Just like any other Sunday, she sat across from her husband at the coffee and bagel place.  
Exhausted and drained...the data, the packing, the reality of what was coming (moving from her people), she just couldn't handle any more bumps in the road.  

Refuge.  She was looking for refuge.  A place to sit down.  Instead, she was asked to find a new spot to sit.  No big deal really.  Except it wasn't refuge.  It was a reminder that maybe this really wasn't the spot for her.  

Chairs were everywhere, but she couldn't see them.  And she couldn't get out of there fast enough.  In the one spot that she was looking for refuge, she was informed there wasn't enough space.  

Too many bumps.  

(Disclaimer:  Nothing that is coming up is rooted in theology necessarily.  If that's important to you, thanks for stopping by!  Just a girl and her thoughts coming up next...)

Why return to a place of refuge when there are sometimes more tears and bumps than joy and refuge?  
Because Love is Unconditional. 

The Love that people have for me might be Conditional.  Conditional based on what I can do for them.  Conditional on how much space there is.  Let's be honest, and cut to the chase.  That can really suck when you realize that for the first time.  The easy and safe thing would be to leave, shut the door and be done.

But I'm Called to do Something Different.  To Love in the Midst of bumps.  To Love when I know it might not be returned.  Oooh man, when the reality of that hits, it doesn't always feel like cheese balls and cold beer.  More like yesterday's steamed broccoli and warm milk.  But it's the kind of Love that lets you know that there is more to life.  

So I return.  Not to be stepped on, not to turn the conditional into unconditional.  To Love. Please pass that broccoli.  

Joy!  (In the Bumps...)
Kendra