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.
HEYO. I'm Chlo.
So the basic gist is I’m really just tired of comparing myself to perfect people on the Internet, when I know for a fact that "perfect" doesn't exist. This here is a snippet of my inner thoughts and tidbits of experience, based on my twenty-something years of good ole fashioned, really really messy life.
My wish is for this blog to serve the small voices inside all of us that might have forgotten what being honest online can look like. Leave the hustle behind you, because this here is about HEART.
If you happen to not like what you're doing this season
My 2018 Intentions