Hello again.
July 17, 2014
They say there is a season for everything. A season of sadness, and of joy; a season of plenty and of want. Life is a collection of many seasons and we expect them, yet we are never usually prepared for them.
I am currently in a strange, but not unfamiliar, season. And I have so much on my mind, but all I can think about right at this minute is the two hour financial aid appointment I had at my college this morning and the meaning of direct and indirect costs. Putting aside the overwhelming aspect of taking out thousands of dollars in school loans, direct costs are costs I am responsible for, that I must pay. Indirect costs are those needed to survive, like food and water, and ones I don't pay the school for. I am in control to pay those direct costs and that viable fact reminds me of how in control of my life I really am. I am in control of what I can do - in the decisions I make and in the things I choose to say. A huge realization hit me earlier today and I never really felt its effect until now. Honesty is vital in every season. Honesty clarifies, repairs, and brings about grace. It's bittersweet. It's difficult to do.
I don't really know why I am using this analogy or where this is going, but that it is only an honest thought for now, and it's the thoughts that shape words and the words that spark a meaning.
This is a season of remembering what was. Of growing in what is. And in becoming for what's to come.