Changing seasons . . . life is full of them.

Sometimes I have noticed a change and sometimes I have just kept walking or crawling forward . . . oblivious to the bigger picture and how a change brought me something I did not know I needed for my journey ahead.

Of course, I did not realize that life was a journey or that I was constantly making choices that took me one place or another. Then, one day, I had an eye-opening moment . . . and, in that moment of clear vision of what had happened in my life before that time, I chose to end it all coming to the conclusion that there was no point in continuing to try to swim in such thick mud when I was unable to make right choices in anything and the losses, the pain, the darkness was overwhelming!

BUT, as is obvious, that choice was not carried out . . . I am still here and my life has continued with all the ups and downs of human existence! The God I walked away from when I was 19 years old because of the wounds one of those claiming to be His child had inflicted on me would not let me end my life before He had finished His work in me. So, feeling defeated and having built a wall around the deepest of wounds in my heart, I moved from North Carolina to Arkansas because my mother refused to give up on me and would not let go.

I did not know it then, but that changing of seasons began the healing of my inner being—it is an on-going process begun years ago by a group of people who accepted me just as I was, broken and ready for the garbage heap. Those people showed me love without pointing out any of my flaws and, even though my lifestyle was totally out of their acceptable way, they trusted God to bring me to where I needed to be . . . and that made all the difference, opening small cracks in my hardened heart where God could shine His Light and Love to guide me.

Changing seasons . . . I cannot always know what the purpose is or how it will ultimately work into my journey at the beginning of the changing season; but, I have come to believe that God’s Plan is for my good and that each step, even if it is a painful time in a pit, is part of HIS Plan that will work out into a beautiful tapestry . . . in His Time, through His Love.

May my heart be open to God’s heart and the messages of the changing seasons . . .          life is full of them.