greetings, seasons

i have mixed feelings about finishing a journal. On one hand it's an opportunity to start a new season in my mind, and on another it is bittersweet because i put the journal away and don't carry it around anymore {therefore losing the ability to access its contents at hand}. And i love being able to access the contents of my journals because they hold tiny thoughts, exponential realizations and everything in between. Flipping through my beat-up, now-retired journal, i came across this:

s e a s o n s  with  H I M

<< seasons when she floats, when the melody in her head is SWEET, when she laughs unexpectedly and can't tell you why, when she reacts so gently because she's confident in her Author, when the smallest joys catch her eye and warm her heart, when trivial worries seem worlds away, when dependency is a desire and incompetence is a VICTORY, when each prayer gets her closer to home, when the Gospel of Grace moves her to tears, when she gives out of pure delight, when she stops trying to please and starts doing out of love in line with the Spirit, when patience comes easy, when the wind beckons her, when storms come and her response is to dance in the rain, when intentions are innocent and hugs are tighter, when she listens intently and her steps are lighter, when her heart is so full that she can't help but laugh and cry and LONG for her set of wings >>

WHERE did that go? Lord, give me this season all the time! Reading those words struck a chord in my heart and gave me a taste of the evident freedom that i had been somewhat distant from lately. And i felt that the timing of this re-ignition was purposeful..

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven...

     He has made everything beautiful in its time." - Ecclesiastes 3:1

So i will trust in your unfailing Love, and look to You for vision in this season.

- journal entry written on November fifth -
two days before this beautiful escape to Tennessee