[seasons come and seasons go]
“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”
It's funny how life can change so quickly, so unexpectedly without you even asking it to. Like the changing of the seasons, chapters close and chapters begin; dead leaves fall from the trees and slowly drift down to the ground to become apart of the earth again.
And we are left with a choice. To try to stop the leaves from falling, frantically gathering them together in our aprons and trying to put them back on the tree where they came from, cursing ourselves in bitterness that we let this happen. Or, we can let the leaves fall. We can acknowledge that seasons come and seasons go, and trust that where the dead leaves fell, new blossoms will grow one day.
Do the blossoms grow immediately? No. Does it hurt at times? Yes. But I believe that we were never promised that life would be without pain - in fact, we were told that in this life we would have struggles, without question. But what we are promised is that God will never leave our side in the midst of the pain. He will never bring us into fires that we must fight on our own.
And so I dwell in that truth. That seasons change, people change, circumstances change, we change. But God never changes.
Always learning, always growing. Identifying the essential, and eliminating the rest. Learning to be thankful in all circumstances, no matter what season I am in.
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