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Marking This Moment

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Okay, so. Denver feels like home.

It happened subtly over the past two months. I began realizing my familiarity with lower downtown’s city streets had led me to recognize patterns and people and places that I’ve come to rely on. And not just rely on, but internally admire or love.

On the same block as my office there is a business called The Barth Hotel. On the outside it looks like a hip hostel or decent hotel, but it is actually a low-income housing facility for seniors with disabilities (seniors being only 65+). There are numerous seniors who come out each morning to sit on the 4-5 benches in front of the hotel to smoke or watch the morning go by. One in particular appears less than senior and has chosen his life’s work to be sweeping the sidewalk from the corner to the alley framing the hotel. I have come to rely on him sweeping every morning, quietly ignoring me for diligence-sake, as I walk past ignoring him from caffeine depravity. Or there is the jolly man who stands as I approach at the end of the day asking, “can I talk to you!?” followed by my usual response of “no, I need to get home.” He accepts my answer with surprise each time, but is just as glad to see me the next day.

I have learned a lot since moving to Denver. I find myself reading heartily again, engaging deeper into politics, listening to great lectures on my 1 hour commute. I constantly consider why I haven’t finished school. In all of this I am learning it is okay to be where I am. School is a valuable means to an end, but for now it is okay to rely on the EQ I have been given and vocational skills I ravenously desire to develop. Drive, steadfastness and an eagerness to absorb the world of finance are getting me far.

Joe is wonderful. Being married is a gift. It is really something to be unified to another soul whose relationship with God is different from one’s own. The relationships my parents had with God were shaping, informative and impressive to me. I can say the same of my friends’. The relationship to God that my spouse has, however, is unique, mysterious and further impacting to an extent which I have yet to understand. I am wading through this.

My singing continues. I have been on our church’s worship team for over a year now. The team challenges me and allows me to feel like a small fish in a large pond. I do not have the most skilled or stylized voice, so in that sense I am able to shed expectation and focus on grinding the skill.

Our social life is ever-blossoming. There are just so many great, easy people to choose from. I feel equally comfortable by myself as I do when Joe is around and, in general, we just have awesome friends. I know I take them for granted, because my focus is often on work or life beyond Denver or whatever else I’m working through. I have also found a deep sense of camaraderie with many of my co-workers, which is so darn life giving.

This past Fall we took a trip to Pennsylvania, a trip to Florida and then I returned solo to Florida – all three times, upon return, I distinctly remember Ubering home from the airport, starting at the flat land that leads to the mountains, as the sun was often setting, thinking Denver was becoming home a little more each time.

I hate to publish this, because each paragraph is a shallow summary of elements of my life, but I must do something to mark this moment… this moment when I acknowledge that this might be my 3rd home.


He Gives Me What He Wills


Lord knows I love the sea, so He brought me to a mountain town.

Lord knows I escaped winter, but winter falls on this new ground.

Lord knows I long for family, so I’m in a land where youth abound.

Lord knows I know myself, myself knows He, in Him be found.

Lord knows me, Lord knows me.

I think I’m probably getting what I need, but it’s not what I want.

He Restored My Rest.

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Last night was a good night.  We had worship practice in our usual location – The Asylum Haunted Warehouse.  It’s not as bad as that, only an “asylum” at Halloween, the rest of the year the landlord leases rooms to local bands.  Since we don’t have a church base (we also rent an event center for Sunday morning services) we meet in The Asylum Haunted Warehouse for practice.  The only dilemma is that, as of early January, a less-than-average metal band practices every Thursday night right next door.  But they practice at +700 volume.  We can’t hear ourselves and truly they can’t hear what they’re doing either.

Last night was a particularly great evening, though, because we are getting closer as a band.  There are 7 of us (lead guitar/vocalist, 2nd guitar, base, violin, drums and two backup vocalists).  Not only are we trying to get to know each other personally, but our trust and comfort levels have risen since the first set we played.  I am not the only female – hooray!  And my girl partner is about my age, super chill and easy to get close to.

You know how sometimes God moves unexpectedly in the midst of your talents and limitations and your heart is left on its’ knees?  Yeah, that happened.  I got to a point in the midst of worship, while crying out in song, where I thought “God, I hate my life right now,” and then all of a sudden He moved without words and eclipsed the complaints and striving of my soul.  He didn’t say a thing.  He allowed me to sing and, through singing, He restored my rest.  My peace.  My joy.

I cannot get to the bottom of Him.  I know I never will.  But I want to go as deep as He’ll take me.

Checking In.


Time has flown since I went back to work in early January.  My days are spent arranging meetings, assisting our bankers and wealth management teams, learning to be a teller (in the event my teller is out of the office) and ordering collateral, swag and gifts for the brand, in lieu of a marketing person doing so.  I enjoy my job and the people I work with.  We’ve had two parties together, a birthday and a Broncos World Championship Parade.  The pace is about 4 times slower than my previous position, which allows me to perform exceptionally, but also provides a lot of unwanted down time.

Married life is good.  We love spending time together and we’re learning how to maintain the quality aspect and stay connected emotionally.  It does not happen automatically!

Our church commute is longer than I would like (it’s in the city – about 25 minutes from home, but somehow seems longer) – why is it that I feel comfortable commuting 1 hour to/from work, but 25 minutes seems too long for church?  The truth is I have stayed home from church for the past three weeks.  I plan to bring this up at small group tonight to get a discussion going and some encouragement.  I blame depression and other small things, but I know there will always be reasons to not go.  Obedience to stay in a body of believers does not require a feeling on my part, but I’m telling myself it does.

It could be winter, it could be my newly formed sleeping pill dependency, or it could be lingering grief from the move, but I have almost zero zest for any aspect of my life.

I am waiting.  I am talking to God.  I am trying to remember to regularly praise Him for who He is and what He has done in my life.  I am sleeping very well and waking up easily (in the early hours).  I am making time for new friends and enjoying their company.  But – yeah.

This is where I am.

You Lift My Head.

When I am in a winter I will praise Him.

When I am feeling nothing I will praise Him.

When I am aching, tired, dull I will praise Him.

When I feel so far from fullness I will praise Him.

When my soul is dry and poured out I will praise Him.

When I am being pulled too far I will praise Him.

When I am lonely I am not abandoned, when I am struck down I am not destroyed.

I am blessed beyond the curse, for His promise will endure, His joy is going to be my strength.

You are my glory. You lift my head.