SEASONS

 

I always talk about time because I am fascinated by the idea of what it contains

Stories, moments, memories, tales, grieve, birth, death, betrayer and what ifs.

Permit me to talk about season with you.

I have had a couple of it; some I want re-live, others, i'd like to forget.

Allow me - I was young and naïve.

A lot of people would argue that I should have forgiven myself, but how could I?

How could I put behind the damages I did to myself because I couldn't perceive the season I was in.

Well, I am sorry that although there is no condemnation, there is memory.

I made use of it; I made use of the 70 x 7, and I wish my memory would dry up, but it didn't.

So everyday, I am writing myself in awareness of season lost, knowing there is no condemnation, and I dare not allow the enemy convict me for my errors. 

I write myself in awareness of my wrong, in acknowledgement of the season lost. 

Sometimes with pains, other days in gratitude. 

That even though I was lost, I was the one sheep the 99s got left for.

I wish I didn't miss it, I tell myself that I have regrets for the seasons I flopped.

But that makes me human, right?

Now, I am writing you in my journey.

I pray grace for you and discernment that you can perceive your season and wait the course by mercy.

For there is time for everything - Ecclesiastes 3.

And some seasons shouldn't be missed.