I am certainly not muggy, warm, sticky, sunny, unbearable summer. Well, I am warm and sunny most days.
As much as I love fall I don't feel like I am dying like the leaves, thankfully. There are times in life when I do feel dried up, crunchy, and like I'm being trampled over like autumn leaves. Then again, those leaves are so breathtakingly beautiful and picturesque. At any rate, I'm not felling very fall-like right now.
With it being winter and all you'd think that's where I am in this season of life. Though I'm not in a "winter stage" of cold, dark, and dreary hibernation. I was there a few weeks ago for a few weeks, perhaps months. I felt so blah and sluggish.
These days I am feeling exceptionally spring-like. I am starting to feel fresh, alive, like things are blossoming and blooming before me. That God has great things in store for my near future. That I just have to walk the path He lays before me and things will be much more breezy and fresh. I am hopeful. I am eager.
