katie rose writes

Today hasn’t been as bad as I expected. Thought I write that pretty tentatively; there’s a whole lot of day left. But I was expecting to wake up pretty emotional. Instead, I woke up with gratitude in my heart. Gratitude for a peaceful night’s rest. Gratitude for waking up later than usual. Gratitude that today is a marker, a stone of remembrance for me. But for the first time, that stone of remembrance isn’t in a place. It’s not sitting on soil where I thought it always would be. It’s not traveling light, looking for another place to land. It’s in someone’s hands. Not mine. One year ago, I sat in the Oslo airport and read psalm 68. I sat by a window near the plane, watching and waiting for us to leave. This plane would take me back to American soil. I think I felt pretty similar then, to how I feel today— “My heart is full of emotions, most that I cannot name or fully understand right now. All that I feel isolated by, totally unknown beneath them, beneath their avala

Note: as I've been experiencing a lot of "one-year" anniversaries this month, I've been writing every morning about each day, re-reading old journal entries and just writing through the thoughts and feelings and experiences of each day. That's why this is "part 7." You can find a few over on my Instagram ( @katie.j.rose ). Thank you for reading along. Today , I’m wearing tights and a jacket outside at 5:29 AM, which is probably one of my favorite things to do, ever. Chill bumps break out over me even still—again, these are a few of my favorite things.  Last night, I laid in bed, pretty hyped up and unable to fall asleep, just praying and feeling the anxiety as I prayed; not attempting to make it go away before I approach the throne of grace. Isn’t that the whole point? To bring what needs grace to the feet of grace? Why, then, are we so concerned with fixing ourself out of these ways of needing grace?  Yes, last night, I was anxious. Tomorrow is