it's that time of the year again. as she tramples along the pathways of the deciduous leaves, crunch, crunch; the feeling beneath her leaves her beaming inwardly with satisfaction. the best part of autumn.
road trips are always fun. always the company that makes it worthwhile. wilsons prom with its vast white sqeaky beaches; massive rocks resembling whales, kneecaps, younameit; stretches of fields; windy, car-sick-inducing roads and hours long of forest trails leading into mountain tops of breath-taking, ineffable beauty. but of course, the best part was the copious amounts of chocolate eggs consumed... not to mention the hot embrace of your shower in the morning after not being allowed the privilege of showering the previous night because your friends kindly used up EVERY DROP of hot water. to all of you who went, you rocked my socks! much love.
His creation never fails to astonish me... everything He designed has a place in this world, everything falls into place..interconnected in one way or another. just like the unfolding of events played out in my life.
and at times, it was almost too painful to breathe. the pain is like a blanket wrapped around your head, where hope is like oxygen and when is runs out... it suffocates you.
but He heals us, He's healing her, He healed me. in the midst of my brokenness; my darkest hours; He provided. and proves there is still hope for the fallen... i was once a fallen leaf but He picked me up and blew me away with His ways. showed me the importance of forgiveness. how He carries our burdens and our weights so we can truly let go of all the hurt and bitterness that was once enmeshed within us. and when you are finally able to look at that person who was once the cause of your anguish and insomniac nights and smile genuinely instead of secretly wishing they would trip over and fall flat on their face or doosh them right in the head...there is only Him to thank. overcoming the ache that was once present, not due to my own resilience but by His grace. yesterday and pain just becomes another wrinkle on our forehead, another crease in the pages of our history; another lesson that was learnt.
to you; who is struggling in an uphill battle of emotional whorls; your heart is bleeding and pleading and everything is one big labyrinthine mess: bear to mind, that His love never fails. | 
