There is just too much to be said about seasons.
Seriously — take a minute just to process the fact that there is a purposefully created period of time MEANT to be cold. Meant to be a just a lil bit darker than we’re comfortable with. Meant to be spent indoors. Meant to inspire environments of huddles, possibly getting the flu, contemplating what warmth would eventually feel like again.
God is GOOD people !! He didn’t create this dynamic ebb and flow, year by year to show you harm, prove to you the world is not warm, force you to hide away and hate the waiting.
This season exists (just like ALL things exist) to glorify the light when it comes. To draw our attention and our devotion to pursuing warmth and joy. To spark MASSIVE smiles inside our souls when we see a blue sky. To remind us of hope and to GRACE us with it right when we need it the most.
Seasons are so on purpose it blows my mind. Even crazier? That light...warmth...joy...grace? That hope?
He’s already come.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.