solstice

i've been strangely distant from blogging as of late, but rest assured, it's nothing you did.  the beginning of the school year is always insane, and i'm still having difficulty balancing and juggling school and the necessities, like eating, bathing, and doing laundry.  (1/2 joking.  1/2 not really).

regardless, as the sounds of steve molaker draw nastalgia from the summers end and the late afternoon sun  bounces colors from a mosaic glass plate across the ceiling, i'm feeling inspired.  and congested, but thankfully, blogging doesn't require speaking.

in the hustle and bustle of back-to-school, it's easy to miss the beauty of the season's change.  not that the change is yet underway, but even the subtle hint of the summer sun sinking slightly earlier to the horizon, as it too is sick of the summer's heat.  there has been a momentary reprieve of the heat tucked in the early morning dusk when i take sabby out, a moment in which i feel the slow approach of a fall breeze, refreshing, yet fleeting, for now.

i'm ready for fall.  i think we all are.  the anticipation of change, when we know just what to accept, is usually welcomed.  its the unfamiliar change that we are a little more resistant to accept.  there is a readiness for a fresh start of a new season that brings a slight excitement within each of our souls.  there are things that are limited by seasonal availability: college football, the leaves changing color, the love /hate relationship with back-to-school and the early morning routine it re-establishes.  we as a people are always ready for new.  we want do-overs.  we want blank slates.  we want a courtship with the nouveau, (even if we are quick to file for divorce when we are ready for the next).  our hearts long for change, even those of us that are self-proclaimed afraid of it.

enter: jesus.  the King of do-overs.  the eraser of our slates.  our eternal Courter.  tears well in my eyes as i think of all i covet about the changing season, yet in the consistency of our Creator.  broken and humbled, i crawled before Him this morning, in a way that i'm ashamed to admit i haven't approached His throne in a while.  i spent time with Him that was intentional, and not in passing.  i've become a big fan of having jesus around all day, talking to Him whenever I can or want or feel like.  but there is something sacred about locking yourself away with Him, bare before the throne, allowing Him to dress your wounds.

Lord, you are so precious to me.  and to know i am even more precious to you moves me to tears.  Lord, you are faithful and worthy and holy.  and that does not change with the seasons.

You, Jesus, are the same yesterday, today, and forever. --Hebrews 13:8