December

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
-Dr. Seuss

December is here and some days have a certain shade of blue to them. In the sky as well as within me. Time is a gazelle, swift and graceful. I reflect and wait. I will be heading back to the west coast for a few months, and the California sky will have its own shade of blue, not so wintry and friendlier.

This trip back will be different than years past. I am answering a call for help, so I will do my best to not to be easily distracted from the task at hand. It is an honor to be in a position of giving comfort-and humbles me.

Feeling a bit ill-equipped, but determined to give the best possible help, I know that I can't try to go in my own strength.  Psalm 18:32- "It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect." This, I can depend on as I head west. And so, in spite of my best efforts to settle down and find a more permanent home, I once again set out on my west coast-east coast journey.