Where to Begin?

 

My last two posts talked about a sunrise of adventure on my horizon.

And it has truly been an adventure.

New life has sprouted in me. Though at times it is painful.

Though I've made mistakes. Though I've fought it, I've realized the old me...

Must fall away and die.

There have been glimpses of glory. Long hours of sorrow. 

And I'm still not through the struggles yet.

But I am learning. To love. To live. To adventure. 

To grieve. To hold on and to trust.

And with strength that only comes from Jesus

I know I will one day emerge

Victorious.

The Little House

There is something special about a certain small house.

Something cozy.

                                       Quaint.

                                                        and charming.

There is romance in history.

Its the little details that capture my attention.

What some might see as a waste of time or not worth fixing,

I see as potential. As a

 creative opportunity.

I only wish I were the one moving in.

For soon it will be finished. Something old will possess a new face.

And someone new will get to enjoy my work and I will move on to a

new adventure.

"Let us never hesitate to say, this is only the beginning."

(Andrew Murray)

For something new and exciting lies

                  just

                            around

                                                the corner.