During the early part of my 70 weeks was my 70 days of falling in love. I took a lot of walks in the woods near a nearby lake and would get lost for hours on sunny afternoons, just walking with and thinking about God. I began writing "Memoirs of an August in Love" which I will post as records of what I was thinking on certain weeks of my 70 days.
Memoirs of an August in Love- Fill my Cup:
I left work with an empty plastic cup, I'd drank all the water it once held throughout my long day. I carried my heavy bags and my tired eyes home at nine in the night rain, pulling the cup out of my car. I don't like to leave trash around. I could have run inside to attempt to avoid getting wet, but these days I'm working on not running from forgiveness. The cool sweet summer rain came down, baptizing my forehead, caressing my cheeks, and I stood still for a moment and let my cup fill up with grace.
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