With the beginning of fall, I am back to my blog…. Saddened about the time elapsed where I didn’t come to this space and meet with my friends here. Yet, I think the timing is appropriate as I find myself dying in many ways to my old self just as the leaves are changing and falling. This death to self has been happening gradually, yet for a long time... but in recent months, the death has been swift and I find my leaves changing color and slipping away.
Yet with the death to my old self is a beautiful promise of new life. My heart screams joy and thanks for the Spring that is in my spirit (despite the creeping cold outside my door). It’s funny how death has to happen before new life can begin and multiply in blessings... and how on this journey of life, dying must happen often to keep up the growth and deepen the roots next to the stream of Living Water.
So as I welcome myself back to my blog, I welcome Fall and the death it brings…. Because with that death comes the hope of Spring and new life beyond my wildest imaginings.
And who knows? Maybe my blog needed to die for a little while to reap a greater harvest. :) I have missed you, dear old friends and family and my newer blog friends! I’m thrilled yet humbled to share my journey with each of you again.