I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I arrived at L’Abri. For the past six months, I’ve been going so hard that I didn’t even notice that I’ve been functioning on empty for weeks. As I neared the end of my summer classes, when I thought about how I wanted to celebrate reaching the halfway point of my master’s degree, the only place I could think of was L’Abri. I’m drawn to this place in times of weariness; when the world is heavy, frustrating, and confusing. Here, in this little refuge overlooking the city of Rochester, I always find peace and rest. This weekend was no exception.
It’s been months since I’ve done any kind of life-update on my blog, so let me catch you up to speed on what’s been happening in Amelia-land. First, let me show you where I’m writing. Imagine yourself with me at this table, a mug of tea in hand, enjoying the golden hour as I ramble on.