1. Phone calls that are only supposed to last a minute but end up lasting hours
You have a question and not a lot of time. Your brain is making lists upon lists of what needs to be done and the hours on your non-existent timer are ticking away. You just need to know when the baby shower is and that is it. The conversation should only last a minute; you have time for a minute, barely. The ringing is just seconds being taken from your limited time for this already inconvenient phone call. Your friend answers in an excited tone, so happy to hear from you. We do not have time for excited, you remind yourself, but something happens. Somehow you are now curled up in the rocking chair in the corner with your favorite blanket laughing at something your friend said. You feel tears on your cheeks from truth being shed and your heart feels a little lighter. The clock hands are proof that an hour has gone by and it doesn’t even bother you. When the phone call has ended you realize that an hour long conversation was exactly what was on the schedule, and everything else could wait.
2. Film cameras
I have been feeling particularly uninspired this last month and have made it very known to my poor husband. Complaints have fallen out of my mouth more often than they should. One day before leaving for work he pulled out the film camera his dad gifted him awhile back and handed it to me.
“Find things that are beautiful to you and capture them.”
Trevor invited me to seek out inspiration, not just wait for it to drop in my lap. I found myself later that day lost in the color of the trees, capturing moments I wouldn’t have seen without the lens I was holding. Film cameras are special because you have to wait. The moment you capture doesn’t show up right away, it takes weeks to fill the film and then you have to develop it. Not only did I have to actively find inspiration, I had to be patient in revealing the product as well.
3. Secret notes
My main love language is words of encouragement. I’m a lover of words and how they can be put together to encourage the people around me. My friends and husband are good at loving me back in this way. I feel most loved when I open up my computer and find a word document filled with words to me. Or when I walk into our apartment and see a yellow page of words telling me that expectations are not part of our relationship and that I never have to do anything to be loved. I think when I receive physical secret notes I’m able to see the notes The Father is sending me every day. I’m able to see how he pursues and delights in his bride, and it enables to see me as that, his bride.
4. Nail polish
For a year after I finished The World Race I worked at a Biggby Coffee. As a barista you are not allowed to wear nail polish. The days I would walk into work rebellious with my freshly painted red nails my boss would hand me nail polish remover and they would be bare again. My last day in October I grieved the friendships of that job and the memories I had there, but I went home straight after my shift and painted my nails. I don’t know what it is for me to have painted nails that makes me feel so much better, but It is there. It reminds me that I am important and responsible, and respected. For some people it is lipstick, or heels, or maybe a purse, but for me it’s the perfect shade of dark red nail polish. I feel like a woman when the glossy polish shades my nails. I feel like I can take on the world with it flashy up at me, reminding me that, yes, I am noticeable and I do have importance.
5. Long drives with my husband
Before I moved to Kalamazoo, Trevor and I had to be a part for a little bit. He was extremely busy working a full time job and then directing a play at a university that was an hour away, right after work. His days were full and I wasn’t able to talk to him until the late hours of the night. Some days I would drive to Kalamazoo and take the hour drive there and back with him to rehearsal. Those drives became sacred to me. Something I cherished and honored. There were times when we wouldn’t talk at all. He would just hold my hand. Other times we would blast rend collective the whole way there, tears streaming down our cheeks as the Spirit entered our car and we realized the weight of grace. There are so many conversations and moments and silences that hold so much weight to me from those car rides. The play took a lot of time from us, but I’m thankful for it, for those card rides, for the times that it was just he and I, both of us thankful for the breath of the other.
Chelsea Is an iced coffee loving newlywed who currently lives in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Writing is almost as essential to her as wearing her glasses while she drives at night. She loves fall time and hiking and anything that has to do with travel and adventure. She can relate any life experience to an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and considers herself an expert on instagram. Chelsea loves thai food and is in constant pursuit of how she can be the one that can make God laugh the most.