An August Fit

Today, another fit. Or maybe a start. I don’t know. I’ve kind of lost track.

The other day the thought came unbidden: I’m looking forward to fall.

I know. I’m aghast too.

But this waiting and hoping, one day of sunshine followed by two more of gray, all the ups and downs and ins and outs, is taking a toll.

Part of me just wants to move on. Chalk it up to a season.

But of course it doesn’t work that way.

Maybe today I’ll sit at my desk and chip away more on the chapter I’ve been sculpting for what seems like forever. Yesterday I realized I need to apply what I’m writing about in the here and now. I might just sit with that instead.

Or maybe I’ll put the macro lens on my camera and sit on the grass by my front flower bed looking for magic. Macro always reveals magic.

And the better work: lean in and listen, be still and know. Selah.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee's Journey Through Grief to Gratitude.
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  1. Words fit to be read – thank you, Linda!

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