It was all so much simpler in my spring. I suppose it is for everyone.
That is why babies and puppies and newness are squealed over.
I have been struggling. Spring has long gone. The leaves are falling.
I loved what I had, what once defined me.
Without it now, I feel like a crab without a shell-
dry in spirit.
I know, that all is not lost.
I know, things change.
I know, that God,
who brought me from there to there once,
will bring me from here to there again.
I know, the story is not over.
I know, the season will change, again.
I wish my heart knew all this as well.
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