January 12, 2022

I was intrigued to find an old thought, buried in an iPhone note, so soon after writing about seasons in a different way:

What if we (I!) care a little too much about seasons? I love a good “waiting this out” or “when it’s easier, I’ll ___” with the rest of them. But what if all of life is actually hard and tiring at times, because this world is broken? What if we’re supposed to be focused on eternal hope?

Years later, and life is still hard enough to make me think the only worthwhile move is to engage my current reality and find the hopeful best inside of it.