It’s been a couple of weeks.

   I’m weakened, but I am saddened when I do not participate in these jewels of Friday.

Thus, here I am. Let’s see what He wants me to hear today…because whatever will come from my fingers today, will have nothing to do with me. It may not even make much sense. For I am fogged – but willing nonetheless, and funnily enough, if I were on point today, this word has particular significance with me. I know I would probably have tons to say. Perhaps it’s best this way for a reason.

So thank you for coming by ladies. I don’t know if I can convey what it means to see encouraging words and know that loving eyes are supporting me. I know that I have support unfailing, whether there are comments are not. THAT is not the importance. I reject the lie that I do not have supporters and cheerers through my seasons of life. I know the truth unequivocally. So I am armed with truth there, and enormously thankful for you who hold season passes to my cheering squad section. I sincerely could not traverse this life nor do so successfully without you. Without God’s sovereign inclusion of you.

Here we GO


Change…

    I truly believe I have copious experience with this little word with a grandiose meaning.

Change is a chameleon of happenstances.
            Seasons
       
                 Locations

                       Habitats

                            Friendships

                                      Careers

                                              Health

The opportunities for change are truly endless.

 Nothing stays the same. Even if it may seem so. The underlying swirls and currents are constantly churning.

Here is my challenge for you: do not worry, do not stand against it.
                                          Let change wash over you and revel in the refreshment
                                          it can bring.

I am not naive. I know some change can sting with barbs of poison.
     Those I love have gone through change so  terrifying that I ache in the mere remembrance.

And I am not numb to the darkened losses or turns my own life can take.

     Yet I cannot help but rejoice in my clearer moments of understanding – for I see the jaw-dropping beauty that could not have been created without His hand kneading through that pain.

He makes beautiful things.

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   I am tired. I didn’t put much thinking into this today. But I want to participate. I want to write. I want to learn, to see, to keep active in this pursuit of ours.
      Ours.    Him + me.     Us.               There is always an us.