“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
there is something about the crisp air and quickly approaching holidays and the promise of twinkling lights that allows you to breathe deep, exhaling the weight of so many things.
the past few days, i've found myself in a struggle between being overwhelmed with stress and being overcome with thankfulness.
but i want this season of thankfulness to win.
and breed a life of thankfulness in this weary heart of mine.
and with these two, i have more than enough reason to be well on my way.
love.
yes! let thankfulness win.
ReplyDelete& those babes are growing too quickly.
ask them to slow down, will ya?! ;)
much love, friend.
-colie