Autumn. Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Now, I’m finding myself at the grace of winter. But this time my heart seeks a different path of a once bitter season.
Last autumn, like the flowers, my marriage began to wilt. Broken. I began to loose myself. Much like the trees. One leaf at a time. My soul crossed the threshold of winter bare.
Winter. Just as hope began to shine through the snowflakes, I began to melt. Loosing myself more. Nothing more to loose. Left bitter and cold. Seeking warmth, my soul took flight with the birds into an unfamiliar spring.
Spring. As the raindrops stained my face, I sought strength in my Refuge. Planting seeds. Healing began. Blossoming newness. Singing with the birds, my soul danced off into the sun rays of summer.
Summer. Splashing in the pools of mercy that surrounded me, I admired the beauty encircling me. I began to find myself. Forgiveness. Covered with leaves, my soul approached autumn with the sun.
Autumn. Bursting with the last beauty, my leaves began to fall. One at a time. Once again, I will enter winter bare, but my soul smiles at the piles of grace that captivate me.
Winter, I have been pruned. I’m bare. But, I’m ready. Seeking the sun through the snowflakes, I’m ready. My soul is crossing the threshold into winter basking in the grace of the sun.
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under the heaven…"
Ecclesiastes 3:1
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