A New Season...

It’s a new season. Over the years I have come to realize I love the change of seasons. I think I love the change, in between seasons time, because of the hint of the unknown. I love looking ahead and knowing things are going to change having an idea, but never knowing quite what it’s going to be like. Growing up in Co was super great because of this. It could snow as early as September and still warm up enough in October and to wear shorts. It snowed on my Birthday, June 5th one year after we had already had a few hot weeks. I happen to love extreme weather. Big blizzards, trenchal down pours, tornadoes, and thunder storms give me a thrill. I love coming in contact and witnessing power that is bigger than me. I love the feeling of sitting in side my warm cozy house watching a tornado touch down just half a mile away, and knowing for whatever reason that it can’t hurt me. I love getting snowed in for days. I love it when the rain comes down so hard things are moved. It’s an adventure of sorts. I love adventure. My first time to the beach when I was 17 I discovered my favorite thing to do was stand right were the big waves crashed. The waves would knock me off my feet, turn and twist me around and drop me back on the shore. Every time was different. Sometimes it was a short ride some times I thought I might pass out before I could get a breath. I came out bruised and scratched but I didn’t care. I loved the risk and yet knowing the beach was aways there and always soft. When I see a storm coming I love the not knowing how big and bad it’s going to be. When I see a wave coming I love not knowing how hard it’s going to hit. I love knowing my house is always strong enough and knowing the beach is always soft. Nieve? Yes I know I’ve already been informed by more than one person that my house just might not stand through the next twister, or that this time I just might get pulled down by the under current. It still doesn’t scare me, I love the risk and thrill way to much.

This love of risk and adventure and the unknown is something built in to me. It’s in my nature. For many years religion did it’s best to tell me I was foolish and that it was wiser to listen to fear. I fought it for a while as a young teen but when I grew a little older I started listening to the voice of the fear of man. I resisted that inside voice that told me it was ok to risk it all. I refused to let my self dream of what life could be like if I took some bigger than life risks. I longed for adventure, and the unknown but gave way to fear. Because I’m a daughter of the Most High, however I didn’t stay there very long. Last year Papa God reached down and delivered me. He has been restoring all He placed in my heart from the foundations of the earth. I’m taking risks again. It was a bit of a learning curve to get back in the saddle but I’m doing it and I love it now more than I did before, it gives me a thrill.
Father has spoken to me and told me I am on the brink of a new season. I love this and I kind of already knew it. Today as I walked home I was thinking about how great the last season was. What a marvelous Deliverer and Maker I serve. I was also meditating on the word He spoke to me about these seasons. He has said that the last season was merely an awakening to His life and love, This coming season I will move in to living more and more fulling in His life and love. Today as I walked home I got the same tingle feeling that I get when I see a wave coming, or a dark cloud, it starts at the back of my neck and goes down my back, out my arms and down my legs. I can’t wait. My house may not always be safe from a tornado, but I’m always safe in my Fathers arms. I may not always have strength enough to resist an under current but He has given my His strength. Where physical havens may fail My Father never does. So I will walk forward and be swept away in this new season, experiencing all the thrill and adventure of the unknown that I crave, knowing all the while my Papa is ALWAYS a safe place.

A new season...
My senses wait in anticipation.
My nose tingles
I imagine all the new scents that may come my way.
The skin on my arms and legs tightens bracing for the new air,
Will it be warm? Cool? Damp? Dry? Or maybe a glorious mix of all...
My eyes look forward looking beyond what I see waiting to catch a glimpse of what is to come.
Will it be Dark? Bold? Beautiful? Wild? Can it be seen?I don’t know...
What wild things will I get to do?
Will I get to jump? Dance? Sing? Scream? Laugh? Shout? Speak? Whisper?
What part of this crazy world will I come in contact with?
What new revelation of the Holy Creator will I have?
What more of heaven will I see and understand?
How far will I get to go?
What more can I see?
Oh the glorious unknown that I will soon know.
The wonderful unlived that I will soon live.
The unseen that I will soon see!
I love new seasons....