God has called me back to my blog. Yes, it has been 4 months, sometimes that's just how she goes. I really have no one reason for coming back to this because so many things have happened in my life since my last post that I would be a bananahead to try and reflect on all of the events. I do that enough on my head. Boggling. So many good things. And I mean goooood things.
I am just truckin along on this journey, learning new things each day and trying to remember them and apply them all because they are all just so tasty and useful. I am learning to take one day at a time, one step at a time and enjoying all of the wonderful things that are being brought my way in this season. I believe in seasons. without.a.doubt. Seasons of silence, seasons of TOO MUCH CRAZINESS, seasons of learning, seasons of hurting, seasons of healing, seasons of fellowship, and seasons of time a part from the world and just plain lonely-- partly because you are relishing in self pity and because you don't have a choice because you live in a small desolate town -- def doesn't help. Point is, we do what we gotta do with what we have. I took a month off of facebook, honestly the best thing I could have ever done. I don't even know why I have it back, that's how freeing it felt. But I find myself back to the social network and learning how to keep'r on the DL and not letting it control my mood. Because sometimes, facebook, sets me off on a not so nice feeling for the day, depending on what silliness crosses my path and makes me sad or just plain bitter. That is the love/hate relationship facebook and I have. So, fb and I... we are peers, and we deal and move on to the next.
Anyways, as the seasons have been changing literally, the fall brought its memories back of past years with the cool wet breeze and changing of the leaves. I have always claimed fall as my season, and how no one can ever take it from me. You know how you find yourself reflecting on how certain times of the year when you have been through an interesting experience or something significant happened that robbed you of that season with it's souvenir's and memories. Well, fall was always spared. So I claimed it as my own and that I refuse to let anyone take it from me. I enjoy fall because it has so much feeling and emotion to it. In the sky and air, and the colours. So much personality and authenticity. Autumn is never the same as the one before. It absorbs its authenticity.
Winter is now setting in, the feeling of Christmas is approaching and we are basking in the 20 some odd days until we need to pack up and enjoy the last few days of the year. Before I get ahead of myself, I wanna enjoy it, not take it for granted. Enjoy the first snow fall, and pray for a white Christmas. Non of this soggy grass stuff we get the odd year, gross.
I can say that things right now are calm, taking its course. Day by day, step by step and season by season. Praying for the trials and lessons to be learned, praying that God can better equip me for the next, striving to "thrive not just survive" in the presence of now.
