Measured in Moments

It’s hard to type that title and not get the theme song from Rent stuck in my head. Wait, ok it’s already stuck. Oh well…

Exactly one year ago this month I graduated with a Masters Degree in Counseling. Over the past twelve months I have: moved houses, started out in private practice, worked in ministry for the first time, logged over 500 hours with clients, taught classes, spoken at trainings, spent some 50+ hours in the Orange County Jail, visited six states, celebrated marriages and new babies, broken a computer, almost lost the Shaturn, been on some dozen or so dates, gained/lost/gained/lost weight, grieved, celebrated, smiled, cried, laughed, and rejoiced. I have experiences more life-changing, heart-breaking, earth-shattering moments over the past year than I ever thought possible over a lifetime. In times of need I have lived off of Ramen noodles and apples and paid for my gas in quarters. In times of plenty I have given gifts and taken some time to myself. I have made new friends, experienced distance from old friends, and continue to be amazing by the people who have come into my life.

It’s been a big year, and it isn’t stopping anytime soon. Over the next two months alone I will switch jobs, move houses, complete teaching my first class in jail, serve jury duty, and (prayerfully) raise more support to sustain my ministry here in Orlando.

I can’t help but think of the past year in moments – little specks of time that add up to huge movements of change. That is sort of what the therapy process is like – small moments that add up to big changes. No one transforms over night. Any process of transformation or reformation is just that – a process. And a process takes time, energy, effort, and patience. Before I moved to Orlando three years ago, those are things I would have said I lacked: time, energy, effort, and patience. Those things just seemed too expensive to me. Little did I know just how much they are worth the cost.

As I give thanks for the year of moments that has passed, I am already looking forward to the moments to come. Not because I think they will be filled with daisies and puppies and rainbows (ok, maybe a puppy???), but because I have now experienced some of the biggest, darkest, and scariest storms life can offer and I am still standing. I walk with a limp (re: Dan Allender), but I am all the stronger for it.

So here’s to the moments. Because they all matter. *Clink*


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