There is a tide coming in.
The thing about tides being, they are powerful, they are inevitable.
I think this is the only way for me to describe what I am going through. I know what to expect, and it is far beyond my control, it is intimidating, and it is needed. I need to keep living, and I am going to have to learn how to live life without her. I am going to have to let it pick me up and take me. I am going to have to be immersed in it, and it is going to consume me. It is frightening and powerful and it is cleansing. I have to let it take me, because to fight it is to deny, and to deny is to lie to oneself.
The ocean is vast, it is dangerously ravishing. I want to know that kind of beauty, it is a pure reflection of the power and beauty of God. Until I allow myself to be cleaned and healed and consumed, can I live in this life with such beauty that reflects our maker.
There is a gust sweeping through.
The thing about gusts being, they are powerful, they are inevitable.
The wind that is traveling though these mountains are sweeping into my room. They are going to carry me to see new things. When such winds beat upon something they shape it like the hands of God. They are soothing and magnificent like our maker. We gain more wisdom when can learn to let the wind carry us than to try and push against it. I have tried standing against the wind, but have learned more when I saw where it took me.
The mountains are strong and mighty, they have been shaped and molded by the forces of this earth. Forces our God has created. I want to be strong as these mountains, bold as they are bold, and new as they are new.
Spring has blanketed this place, and with this torrent and gust I will start new, I will be born again.
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