because the title of this post makes this apropos
This year has been a strange one. A really great one. A stretching one...in a this-is-so-great-but-also-please-give-me-a-minute-to-catch-my-breath-please kind of way.
And it's only September.
There is no possible way I would have imagined, in September 2013, that this would be what my September 2014 would look like...or would have dreamed of the changes and lessons and little victories that have gotten me here.
Again, in a "oh man, I have learned so much about myself and also, shhhh, I want to stop growing and just take a nap for a minute" way.
On my way to work on Tuesday, I was praying about this Fall. And I stopped myself when I said, "I am not even really sure what to pray because I can't imagine what else You might do in this next season."
Because, in all honesty, I can. not. imagine what else God has in store.
My life is pretty different now--I am pretty different now--than it/I was even 6 months ago...and I am so nervously excited about how much more growing and stretching God has in store for me over the rest of this year.
I hope there is just as much laughter.
But could do with fewer tears.
And maybe a little more travel.
September is my month and Fall is my season.
Whatever that means, I mean it.