There is definitely something changing. Yes, the seasons are beginning to transition from summer to autumn, and yes, there is a storm brewing as I type. But, that's not what I mean...Something internal. As I sit, feeling the winds that precede the storm moving through my house, and hear the distant thunder, I feel something similar inside.
Something is brewing. There is longing for something yet defined. The colors are beginning to appear, but they are, thus far, formless.
The feeling in the air before the rain appears is similar to what I feel in my gut. But, it doesn't feel like "rain" or "a storm" is coming. It's different. It's joyful. New. Exciting.
It's weird, though. Some of the things I have loved - seemingly forever - I'm beginning to not care for. Seriously, Diet Coke and chocolate chip cookies just don't do it for me anymore.
On one hand, that's a HUGE answer to prayer, on the other, it leaves me feeling a strange void. No cookies? C'mon. I wonder - but hardly dare to speak - if my taste for pizza will leave me as well.
Curiouser and curiouser this life becomes. Onward I walk, trusting He will lead.
As I do, I sit with this feeling, trying not to ask TOO often:
"Where are we going, Papa?"
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