OMG. . .The season of winter. Love it. Hate it. The last season…don’t get to go back to spring or summer.
Dealing with it. Embracing it. Stepping into reality. Grateful for this opportunity. . .to look back and claim the good. Accept the not-so-good. Appreciating it all.
But then I see a photo. Of the house where my house used to be.
OMG. . . In So Many Ways. Gone. Erased. 45 years of my life.
Memories resurface. Tugging at my heart. The good and not-so-good. Thought the door to the seasons of summer and autumn had been closed. It reopened.
OMG. . . 45 years of remembrances. . .bulldozed. Nostalgia weasels it way into my days.
Thought it would always be there. My house. Our house. The rocking chairs on the front porch. The bay window where the Christmas tree stood. The bathroom which needed to be remodeled. The design on the bedroom wall which I actually painted. The crowded kitchen at parties.
OMG. . .thought it would always be there. Just like I thought I’d always be in spring or summer.
And then a friend texted me with her grandmother’s saying: “It served its purpose, and now we need to let it make its journey to helping others.”
That was all I needed to turn this around.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways. . .”It served its purpose”
Back to winter. Embracing the gift. My gifts. Our new season of life.
I hadn't realized I wasn't great a letting go until recently. Sometimes it feels like mourning even when you know all the good reasons for needing to move on.
It must have been so shocking to see it gone!! I offer prayers for comfort, healing, and strength to find your way into a new season.