To Live Again.
To live again is what? To restart? Perhaps I should restart, or should I start anew? Start from the beginning? What beginning and to what end? What defines the seasons of our lives if not the starts and the stops. I've stopped this blog before. It's been years, but it feels like moments. It feels that way because what I've done is pause my life. I don't know all of the reasons why, but I do know that I was scared to live a full life. Scared to fail and scared to succeed. I was God's in the time paused, but I guess I let my own fears creep over the foundation of my life. I knew that I was saved by the blood; but I forgot that blood is not static, it's a pulsing dynamic thing existing in who I am, and lately... lately I've been willing to let that out. There is much that I do not know, and I'm finally old enough to admit that, so here once more are my thoughts, my ramblings, my heart. I will not restart, I will not start anew, I will renew - I love my journey, I love what has weaved together to make my life what it is at this exact moment, because I couldn't have done it. He is the beginning and the end. He is my beginning and my end.The 'bits and pieces' and the inbetween they're me, but they're me with Him. So hello again. Hello to not just being anymore, but to trying also.
"Because the Sovereign Lord hooks me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint and I know I will not be put to shame" - Isaiah 50:7
