There's often this quiet sadness I feel upon departures. The fading of autumns. The separating from loved ones. The removal of what we know and entering what we don't. The closings of holidays. The leaving of beautiful places and moments. The endings of things.
That's the hard part of life:
The constant movement. The change.
But why does it hurt? It hurts because we hold onto what we know, and fear what we do not know. We find comfort and security in the familiar. But what if we didn't see it that way?
The constant movement. The change.
But why does it hurt? It hurts because we hold onto what we know, and fear what we do not know. We find comfort and security in the familiar. But what if we didn't see it that way?
What if we could let go of fall, knowing that winter has its' own beauty too? What if we truly, truly, believed that no matter how scared or unsure we were, that we are never, ever alone?
What if we understood that there is beauty in all seasons? In all conditions of life? What if we saw that God can decorate every moment, not only the ones we cling to? And that He can beautify every part of the journey--not only the parts we recognize.
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