2022-02-22
From the Archives: February 23, 2022
I didn’t have time to blog yesterday, but since it was such a unique date—2022-02-22—I wanted to mark it somehow. It was the day of twos, and that alone made it feel worth remembering.
It’s the next morning now, and I’ve got about 15 minutes before I need to leave for the train, but I’m determined to write a little about it.
The first half of yesterday was sunny, and it helped my mood so much. Spring has always been a tricky season for me emotionally—one moment it’s beautiful and warm, the next it’s cold and gray. The fluctuations are hard on my body and my heart. I much prefer the stability of winter or summer, even if they’re extreme. Lately, I’ve been trying to invite Jesus into that tension, into the seasonal swings, and care for myself in gentler ways so I don’t spiral.
Tuesdays are short workdays for me—I only teach one class that’s split into two lessons. We were in our workbooks, learning about Indian weddings, and ended the day playing Bingo. I love Bingo days. The students resist the “work” part of class, but once it’s game time, they never want to stop—especially when candy prizes are involved. It brings back my own memories of school games. I don’t think I ever won, but I still remember the fun.
We had Bible study scheduled that evening. Things got complicated (as they often do), but we still decided to move forward and host it. When I got home, I dove into prep—cleaning the house, getting Tin his lunch, and dropping him off at floorball practice. On the way back I grabbed fresh flowers. They were perfect—just what my heart needed. Then I squeezed in baking banana bread, making soup, and finishing up the last of the cleaning.
Bible study itself was beautiful. During that time with Sasha, I realized something important: I need this. Not just in a general way—but deeply, personally. It’s not optional for me. Without regular time in the Word with others, I start to unravel a bit. I’ve been so caught up in “complicated” that I’ve lost the joy of Scripture, and it showed. But yesterday felt like a turning point. It reminded me who I am: I’m a Bible study person. I thrive when I’m learning, when I’m growing, when I’m close to Jesus. That’s the way forward for me—more of that, more of Him.
There’s still a lot on my heart. I’ll write it all out in my personal journal like I’ve been doing since things got messy. But for now, I just want to say—thank you, Jesus, for always guiding, always speaking, always being near.
“I need to be in the Word not because I’m always strong, but because I’m not. Not because life is calm, but because it’s not. And when I forget that, He gently reminds me: come back.”
