“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” -Søren Kierkegaard
I first came across the texts of Kierkegaard when I was cataloging books in a research library a few years ago. I haven’t read any of his works; he was a theologian and an existential philosopher, and to be honest, I’ve never been able to navigate the topics of theology and philosophy with much finesse. But when I came across this quote of his, courtesy of Google, I found it fitting for the topic at hand.
What I will share with you regarding those two years I spent in California will come mostly in the form of pictures. What happened while I was there? What changed? I don’t think I’m all that different from the nervous yet eager 22-year-old who drove into Orange County during rush hour back in 2013. But I’m not the same either.
I will say this-
God came to me in many ways, shapes, and forms in those two years. (Three, if you count the gap year when I returned to Texas for an important selah.) His visitations ranged from the commonplace to the awe-inspiring. When His voice was quiet within or I felt that He was far from me…and those times were severely uncomfortable…I can reflect and see how He was faithful to meet me and love me through people, and through a kind word, a hug, a listening ear, a joke, a card from my mom, a phone call from a faraway friend, a verse, or a song. He met me through flowers and sunrises and a warm breeze on my skin. He met me during early morning walks with my token cup of coffee and during countless rants and tears and questions as I drove up and down the 5. He made, and is still making, good of His promise:
“And behold, I am with you all the days until the consummation of the age.” (Matt. 28:20b)
I hope you enjoy these snapshots from my sojourn in the Golden State.