This season, y’all. Though each has it’s own unique qualities, this season has been my favorite.
We all have times in our lives that stand out. Celebration or sorrow, our lives are connected by these events. Our day-to-day solidifies the bonds that form from the different seasons. We sometimes look at another’s life, and wonder how they can possibly be so blessed-yet not seem to see it that way. Others, we wonder how they can possibly stay strong. Or keep smiling. Or give praise.
We look inside, at times, and wonder the same.
Often it’s tempting to fade into the shadows…and just as often, the unmistakable nudge/powerful force like a huge magnet calls your thoughts and words to the surface.
Today, is one of those days.
I’ve been going through some old boxes recently. Things that were stored at the time, and have remained unopened, for whatever reason. It is time to go through them. To clear any clutter that has been keeping me from fully living free. There are many memories over the decades, tucked inside these boxes. So many names, so many years. Various teams, dreams, notes, and people make up the contents. Why do we find these memories so hard to let go? If we hang on so tightly to plans of the past, our hands are not open to what He wants to give us-or for us to do-now.
I think back to the people met though these years. Oh, how I loved that our paths crossed! The names sharpen the memories. I’m so grateful for each name. Some are no longer with us. It’s a sobering task. Many bring smiles. Some, tears. Precious handwriting tucked away, not realizing the next time it was opened, the flood of memories would come.
When you’re young, life seems to crawl. Words from the seasoned souls, say otherwise, but it doesn’t sink in at the time. The warnings, the wisdom, the treasuring the time…it all matters. Yes, it passes fast. Yes, it can be hard, and scary, and heartbreaking, and exhilarating, –and wonderful.
It’s life. A beautiful vapor. Breathe it in. It won’t stay here, forever.
This season of needing to step back, to regroup, to find clarity, to search for wisdom, and to be willing to be vulnerable as the rest of the world seemingly rushes by–has been one of the most difficult, and challenging…and my favorite.
It’s not over. But every day, it seems to become more clear, He has not changed my dream inside, to speak. To write. While I have breath, I will yet praise Him. In whatever way He sees fit to use me, I want to be a vessel so He can.
You’ve seen the words: “I want to inspire people. I want someone to look at me and say, ‘Because of you, I didn’t give up.'” I, too, think those words. Some days they are spoken. Some days, my fingers do the talking. Either way? My words-don’t matter. His words-do. I pray you hear Him, when I speak.
Called For A Reason,
Donnarae Thomas
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Donnarae Thomas
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