a symphony to melodious reawakenings.



Between choices and the toughest things


The hardest choices to make are those that you have no clue what will happen next. Those that you can only hope and believe. Those that keeps you awake.

A wise dad once wrote; 'What is most important is put God first in your lives and just as God is able to take care of Elijah, so can He takes care of those who trust in Him'. I think I'll take heed and make what is most important, most important.

Letting go, letting god. Again.


Seasons


"How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown."

At a distance we all stand waiting, clueless and frighten of what could be. But beyond the status quo and my own simple understanding, I'll hold on to the one promise I always have; He makes all things beautiful in His time.


He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11



Waiting.


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