The last sigh of summer. A month of sunrise and thunderstorms, of violence in our country, and tears, and struggling to keep on keeping on. Of remembering that we serve the God who is never caught off-guard. The month I recklessly decided to go back to school. A month of long walks, and hot drinks, and a lingering tang of frost in the air each morning, of precious moments of glimmering golden light and laughter. A month of creating beautiful things in defiance of the shadow. Of holding on tightly to hope and pushing back against the darkness that cannot comprehend the Light. A month of leaning on Jesus more every day. How much we need Him.
Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing. (2 Corinthians 6:10)
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