Bobby Bare and Me

Where have all the seasons gone? This morning when I looked outside for the first time in months I truly saw my surroundings. It's as if a the fog I have been living in is slowly lifting, I don't see it leaving, I must sense it's passing and the highway is becoming clearer. How long it will be gone I don't know, where the clear perception will take me I don't know, what the sharpness of my senses will bring to me I am unsure, but what I do know is this is another awakening from GOD.

HE is peeling yet another layer of grief from my eyes and asking me to see something I have been missing. HE is asking me to see HIS world. Today I realized for the first time it's winter, I totally missed fall-that's right, don't know where or when it came thru, but I missed the brillance of it's colors, the crisp mornings, walks in the neighborhood, trips to the cabin,

fires in the fireplace, I missed the blessing of D's favorite season.

Today I actually noticed frost on the rooftops, my breath in the morning air, the moisture on the newspaper cover. The cool sharpness as I breathed the clean crisp air of the early winter morning. The quiet stillness of our neighborhood as others had not yet began to stir. I smelt the smoke from fireplaces around, stood, listened to the birds and squirrels chatter away. Today, GOD opened my eyes to the still beauty of HIS glory right in the middle of town.

Yes, I am still detached from others, much like I was after Bo and Lori's death, but never detached from the grace of GOD, the scales fall from my eyes like teardrops, slowly, peacefully and gently. They nurture my soul and mend my heart. GOD hears the unspoken words of the seasons of my heart and shows me ever so gently that no matter where the seasons go, HE and HE alone will show me in HIS time the perfect season for everything.