“Some days you’ll need a cup of coffee and an open Bible, and you’ll need to get a refill on both.” – Sleeping at Last
You know, some days are better than others. Some days feel positive and productive and full of life and joy. Some days are gray, so very gray, that you wonder if the Northwoods ever see the sunshine. Some evenings are bright with laughter and fireplaces and baking parties, but others are cold and contemplative. Some days are both things all at once, and we’re left here to try and make sense of it all. Some days aren’t about them or you or me or everybody or nobody, just God.
These days are spent writing final papers and procrastinating on those papers by writing this post. These days are overwhelmed with the task of condensing three months of learning, growth, and ideas into ten pages, double-spaced. Some days are about consuming everyone else’s words because you don’t know how to create your own. Some days are about planning for the next ten years of your career, while others are just trying to make it to bedtime.
Some days you want to drive to Lake Superior or Canada just because you can, but others are about wanting to read four books all at the same time while not leaving your home. Some days you want to talk, others you want to listen.
All days are about speaking, writing, and loving honestly.
Life in the Northwoods…
- When November is freeze and thaw and freeze and thaw and freeze
- When weekends are spent with Fika coffee and a sketchbook, trying to remember that you used to love to draw
- Is playing chess with new friends and remembering that you used to be better at the game
- Is thinking 8 am is sleeping in and 11:30 pm is far too late to be awake
- Begins with happy horse nickers and doesn’t end when the sun sets at 4 pm
Rebecca Sheriff - Reflections 