Life passes me in waves like the four seasons. Some portions are cold and dark like the Winter; others new and fresh as the Spring. Other times are similar to the Autumn with periods of closure and loss. Then, there are the Summers of my life that are bright and warm. Although the lengths of these seasons may vary, there is a consistent feature: they all end. If I am fortunate, rather than mourn the end of a season, I turn to God, thank Him for the experience, and open my heart to enjoy the next season.


Author: tranquilitypool

An average person in search of tranquility.

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