on saturday, i went on an adventure. i drove a ways down the natchez-trace parkway, stopped at every scenic overlook, went on a short hike, saw deer (it was so cool!), turned the radio up, ate wheat thins, watched hawks circle overhead, sat on a bridge overlooking a huge valley, and enjoyed living in the 10% chance that it wasn’t going to rain- it didn’t, at all. i went to a nature preserve and talked to an old man who worked there for a while. and then i came home and got to be with friends again. i think sometimes i need to be alone with just me and God and let everything rest inside me for a little while, and this weekend was perfect for that. also, it’s starting to be spring and the purple and pink buds on the trees and the baby deer (baby deer!) reminded me that new birth and new life are beginning all around- and within- me. spring is one of my favorite seasons… when i’m in fall i say fall is my favorite, but when i’m in spring, it’s spring… i suppose i’m too easily pleased :).

so here’s to you, whoever you are. here’s to new beginnings and trying new things. to failing and getting back up again because, hey, the sun is shining and it’s a brand new day. to spending some alone time with the One who made you and loves you and gave up everything to be with you. to the new life He has promised. and then, to remembering that you’re not alone in this… in this one broken and beautiful life. but to say it even better than i can, let’s have some mumford today.

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we’ll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, “Lose your sight”
But I can’t move the mountains for you

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