Dormant seasons can be especially hard and sometimes letting go can be even harder. I am struggling with this myself right now, if I’m being completely honest. I miss the old me. The me I was before breast cancer …
… Imagine if the caterpillar was never willing to let go of what it once was … if it was never willing to let go and trust in the dormant, changing season … it would never experience what it’s like to spread its wings and fly.
So, here’s to giving ourselves grace in challenging times. Here’s to letting go of what once was in order to make room for all that’s to come. Here’s to growing into everything we were meant to become … even if we don’t see the path in how we get there. Here’s to faith and hope, and personal growth. Here’s to the journey, yours and mine.
dreamer | artist | painter | poet 