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In Due Season

In due season, you shall reap a harvest...

Over the past weekend, my family and friends cleared their hectic schedules and helped empty my cluttered apartment.

According to the 2020 vision, my time had expired in that temporary space, but closing doors ALWAYS created a veil of doubt, anxiety, and FEAR.

My lack of formal planning had unintentionally created all sorts of challenges for my help and the future uncertainty of those cardboard boxes flooded my heart with waves of uneasiness.

I had buried my head in the sand of chaos for months and "my indecision" had become a landfill of never-ending complaints that sheltered my inconspicuous agitation and heaviness.

Sadly enough, I had perfected "good-bye's" a long time ago. (Leaving was familiar). It was like breathing--necessary for survival and required little effort on my part. In fact, I was ALWAYS the first to Q-U-I-T, because staying required the courage to ENDURE unwelcomed rejection!

However, my mental capacity had already collapsed against the war of unfairness, inequality, and injustices.

Therefore, I surrendered my flag and extended my formal resignation (without peace).

I found myself "spinning wheels" in the mud of repetition.

Even though my feet were ALWAYS moving, I wasn't gaining traction.

I kept ending up on the "back side" of hope. The man made barriers impeded my bridges of optimism.

Yesterday, I picked up, packed a bag, and pulled up to an oceanfront view.

The beach had become my....                     
                         
safe haven,
therapy, and
"calm" in the middle of a storm.

It was in the ripples of change that I found new direction.

Do you trust God for the "provisions" to live, laugh, and love, (even when your feet are buried in the sand)?

Do you have "the faith" to receive the blessings on the way?

Do you have the courage to "wait" in expectation of the BEST?












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