There is a bit of solace in the unknown.
Although fear is the first emotion, the storm does start to quiet itself.
As sadness began to creep in, God brings a sense of stillness.
I guess it's true what they say, change is uncomfortable.
But, there is a sense of calmness that forms when you realize that anxiety is all in the mind and your thoughts are unarmed.
I’m returning from a walk and have begun to dwell on this thought: Things amid destruction and change are simply forms of beauty stuck in the midst of chaos. As I gazed upon the trees with bare branches and scattered leaves, they began to tell a story. They began to share their past and present with a renewed sense of purpose for their future. While shedding the remains of the past season, they still stand tall awaiting new leaves to bloom. As I admired their strength and continued my journey, I saw a beautiful moment of destruction, a building that once sat strong in the process of being torn apart. Amongst that building there was a big sign advising danger. As I walked along the trail of red signs, it reminded me of my fear of the unknown. Change tends to evoke this feeling of danger, but it’s just the past revising and renovating into something new. Once the project is done, the unknown slowly begins to feel familiar and it no longer feels so dangerous, it starts to feel safe and beauty resurfaces in places it once “misplaced.” I guess this is why the trees are unashamed of the bareness and the shattered building radiates peace. Right now I’m in the midst of evolution, so just like the trees, I’m waiting for spring and like the building I’m letting go of my broken pieces to discover the new versions of me.