This picture does something to my spirit. This week has been..I can’t think of a word to describe it. Life…oh sweet painfully beautiful life.
I am so thankful to be spending another month in my apartment. I don’t know what March will hold nor shall I fret about it. I feel like I am in a catapult and I am being pulled back a little bit further only to get released.
I thought that I had reached the max on how far the Lord could stretch my soul but come to find out, we can handle a little bit more that what we think.
It is amazing to look at where I was a year ago today and see all the Lord took me through and how I never thought I would make it out of that season.
The sweetest thing in it all is that it is just a season. Our job is to trust and rest in the truth of our God.
The seasons of my life are changing.
As I watch the snow melt and feel the warmth of the sun heat my face, I can’t help but be peace. I know big changes are ahead. I have no clue what they are
I know that whatever these months hold, they are necessary for my story. I am committed to the story. As difficult or as sweet as it maybe, the pages must be written.
With that said, I feel a trip to TN here in my very near future. Maybe a stop in Charlottesville on the way.
Thank you for reading my story.
What if you viewed your life as a story to be written and read later on in life..would you live it differently?