I just need to write. To let the words snap out of the keyboard onto the page. I don’t want to let myself stop because then I might start thinking and pondering leading down roads where all those questions have no answers. I’m living the questions. I’m living the emotions. I’m letting myself feel. I’m not denying it. I’m not lying to myself or others. This is scary. vulnerable. hard. There’s beauty in it. There’s beauty even in the suddenness of it all. I found myself waking up to a snow covered land when it feels like just the other day we had temperatures in the 70s. My life feels like that. The sudden change. Yet, you know what? As I stepped outside, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much I absolutely love snow covered branches. That beautiful take your breath away, outlined in frosty wonderfulness. A feeling my words can’t quite get there within this five minute space. The tension between biting chill and glorious sparkling light. So, friends, I’m here. I’ll be back. Words are part of my healing. But in the space in between would you mind throwing a few words up to Him for me? To take a bit of that chill off and let me see more of the sparkling, glistening light. The light that is defeating my darkness.