There’s something deeply intoxicating and romantic about daylight saving’s first few days. As the sun stretches the afternoon and night, I feel my soul drinking the world around me deeply. Refreshment hangs in the air and it feels like we’re catching a glimpse of heaven: walks in the cool of the day, light that lingers on and on. Sudden life in the barest of seasons, daylight savings is the reminder that no season lasts forever. That life, and that light, always come.

Last summer, I was in bumbling state of adjustment and aching for Paris every moment. The fall had me traveling and exploring, dreaming and applying everywhere but Texas and in an arc of emotions. This winter has seen me again, in an arc emotion and thought, but in the midst of hard, fruitful heart-work. Despite my current circumstances of having little idea of where I am headed, I am amazingly okay with it. My God is speaking to me through friends new and old. He has brought new joy and life to my days and I catch glimmers of the future bouncing off of thoughts and things that fill these current days.

I had no idea when I came back from Paris that the adjustment would take so long, but I feel like I am finally finding my feet. He is faithful. This spring and summer, I wonder if I’ll start to run…

 

What is the new light in your life, my friends? Let’s soak it in and drink to it together.