“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”
~ Ernest Hemingway
{i walked by a field of clovers. and stopped to see the morning kiss the silence by its drops of dew. i felt the air move across my lips, as i looked for a four-leaf clover close to the earth. i felt something stir in my heart and as it did, i held the moment gently in my soul. i returned to that moment for these words to flow here….}
You might have wondered like I have. When will it be my time?
When will it be my turn . . . to taste spring?
Like me, you might have been waiting, longing — ever so patiently — to finally come to a place in your story. Where there are no more distractions. No more tears. No more fear.
Where the road will walk wide and the people you meet on this journey will welcome you with open arms. And call you friend. You imagine what it would be like to walk into a room and feel at home with yourself.
Like me, you long to be known.
I’ve often struggled to find this inner place of spring — where I could finally grow into the me God had in mind when He made me.
I kept waiting for a moment I felt I was okay, when I was no longer afraid — when I could feel confident of where I was headed, what I was doing, and where it was all culminating to. I was always trying to figure out my dream and my calling.
I thought I was being purposeful. I thought I was a good thinker.
But, the honest truth that I’ve come to realize is this: I was really afraid to be the Beloved. God’s beloved. Now. As is… (to be continued)
…To read the rest of the story, click here to join me over at DaySpring’s (in)courage site, where today’s post is published.
It’s the first day of Spring today, kindreds. I brewed an extra special brew of encouragement to celebrate — just for you today! 🙂
Pause. Get soul refreshed. Join me there. I’d love your company.
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I just wept reading this, my heart spilling out. I am slowly letting go of these hard pressed expectations in this new season and allowing life to have more of a flow. like ice melting and water gently breaking free to simple flow again out of the stagnant and bondage of the ice. The expectations of perfectionism and immediate need bind me into my stress and capture my joy hostage leaving me agitated and flustered. This turns me into someone I just do not like. I need this flow of tears and honest release, allowing myself to just be and bloom again. a blooming flower is a beautiful wonder to behold, to witness releasing and soaking up new dew and allow it to season. the leaves will fall but when cared for new blooms will come. It needs to shed again and again so a complete beauty can be exposed and seen, while roots take hold deeper in its foundation for a season yet to come and it will sustain these seasons. My hearts breaks open allowing me to blossom today. Releasing my beauty held tight, deeply within.