Because I made it through yesterday, I am stronger today.
I want to move to a place where I can physically see the seasons change. I want to move to a place where the leaves change in fall, the coolness of the snow bites my nose in the winter, the flowers bloom in the spring, and the warm sun kisses my skin in the summer.
That is one of the reasons why I want to move out of Southern California. Here we really don’t get physical season changes and we know it’s fall, winter, spring, or summer by the school year or by what it says on a calendar.
I don’t want that.
I want to be able to see it with my own eyes. I want to be able to see the goodness of change which brings me hope. I want to be reminded that when things start to change it is usually for the best in order to make way for better things to come.
I know God has plans for me in my life, and I know he finds ways to constantly remind me that when things get tough, or start to change, that I shouldn’t be scared of it because he’s painting my life in his image just like he paints the seasons. If I’m reminded of that anywhere it’s in his very own Creation of nature that I see it, especially in the seasons.
That’s why I want to move.