I didn't expect to find myself here. Not today.It has been surprising how the winds of grief have blown me.
I find myself in this season of remembering and reflection, of ever threatening tears and tightening throat, of clinging to my Heavenly Father while releasing my earthly father.
This is not the season in which I had imagined finally writing down the words that have been swelling in my heart, mind and soul for so long.
I imagined sunshine and mountain top, fullness and overflow.
Yet in the hours, days and weeks since my father's death became imminent and then actual I am finding that the season to write has announced itself.
Like the scents of spring that alert me of the last days of winter, so a new season is arriving in my life.
So, I pray that as my Heavenly Father has such a beautiful knack of doing that He will bring life from death...
"For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
