Softly the new season creeps up on me.
Without any of my characteristic fuss and overthinking, I stop and let it overtake me.
Softly the old cares slip out of my grasp.
Without any of my usual fears for the future, I let my hands be empty and still for a change.
Softly the truth dawns on me.
Without any of the things I’ve left behind, I will live and I will thrive.
Softly the words spill from my tongue.
“Without any doubt, Lord, You are good and faithful… no matter the season.”
Liv'n'Hope 