The return to "normal", whatever that actually means, has been swift I feel. I keep thinking about the weight of the season we've just been through and how crazy it is to be on the other side. While in the crush, it feels like there is little I can do besides take the next most immediate step. Back out in the sunshine and fresh air, it feels like everywhere I look there is possibility. What a crazy contrast, and every single day I am giving God thanks for this reality. I don't want to take this fresh air for granted. Every single day that we draw breath is a gift. Every single day that we aren't under that crazy weight feels like amazing freedom.
As a result of said freedom, I might start rambling a bit more here. Since there are only 2 of you actively reading this I'm going to assume that's fine. Cheers!
