Seasons

I had planned to be back here by now, but I think it'll be early next week.

Season's change, sometimes gradually and with out notice, sometimes harsh and blinding. The harsh makes us think, how did we get here? How did the world come crashing in? How do we deal with information, how do we process it, how do we interpret it? We've had a long week of harsh and interpreting. Carefully, prayerfully and yet it still stings and burns like a fresh wound. Pray for us.

I happened upon a quote today, perhaps divinely.

“Life is like photography, you develop from the negatives.”

As kitschy as it is, I think it's true.