when seasons change.
i’m ragged. i’m here typing on a computer that feels so foreign because my computer. the one with the cute yellow tape. with the people of the second chance sticker. with the pictures of my babies in africa all over it. the one that was with me in africa. with a reminder on my background that God is a God of hope. the computer with ALL my writing. my heart thoughts. my ponderings. my journaling. my heart spread out in words.
that computer. died.
and i feel like this week has been so much. i’m at the end of the rope and letting go to just fall into His arms…so very broken.
a week of heart aching for all the orphans and for my beloved africa. a week of seeing what it means to live on $1.50 a day.
a week where i let open a crack knowing that come monday the floodgates open wide. where i pray i’ll actually speak words amidst the tears.
i’m bracing my heart for that.
i know it will be good. eventually.
all this dying.
He even says we have to die to truly find life….
and because after so much…i can only hope for a new season.
do you need a change in seasons? what season are you living in right now?
ht: gypsy mama‘s 5 minute fridays =)