It continuously amazes me just how quickly life happens. The gradual nature of every day life sometimes helps me forget, but as I think back on three or four years ago, everything looked completely different. When I look into the mirror today, I see someone disappointed and hurting from things lost, as well as someone triumphant and hopeful because of things learned. There is a painful nastolgia that comes with change, and yet it is only through this change that I can become who I was designed to be.
Maybe it's the holidays, when things start glowing with lights, when those butterflies from childhood somehow find my stomoach again. I swear, no matter how old I get, those things will never cease to inhabit my insides. They are a reminder of days past, and even despite the changes, I remember where I have come from. Memories provide context for today, and remind me of the loving places I have come from, and offer strength for the bleak troubles of the present.
The Christmas season is a time-marker; a period so commerically hyped-up, and also filled with family, that one can't help but be interupted by it. It has jolted my routine for twenty years now: each successive year seeming to pass more rapidly. It makes me think about the fleeting nature of life. True, things will always remain fragile. But, thank God for the blessings that have brought me strength.
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Hey- this is great. It's so crazy to see how everything in life is capable of being a blessing. The good and the bad both contribute to who God intends us to be. I really like what you said about feeling like a kid around the holidays, too. A lot has changed over the years, but Christmas lights never fail to give me a sense of awe.
Keep on writing! You're good at it:)
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