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Seasons: Pilot

On the first day of the season of fall, (too cold for being this early in the season, I might add) I was driving home from a friend's house thinking about what he had just shared about a painful season he had gone through in the past.  The fact that I could relate triggered me to think back on different seasons of my life.  

Happy, sad, weird, painful, uncomfortable, refining, and restoring are a few of a whole slew of labels I would attribute to past seasons. I want to write a series about some of these 'seasons'.  
Trying to think through the weight of this task before I embark on it, I realize it's daunting nature.  The prospect of trying to put all the events, thoughts, feelings and emotions into mere words would be impossible.  I really wouldn't be able to begin to explain every detail in it's entirety even if I had a hundred years and nothing better to be doing with my time, but doing bits and pieces of it justice is a challenge I think I want to accept.  I think.    
Some thoughts about taking on this task:
-How should I go about deciding what seasons to rehash? 
-Once I've decided that, how do I decide how to organize them?  Chronologically? Categorically? In no particular order?  I'm thinking, since I'll be writing over the course of, well, a long time, I think I'll go in no particular order.  When I sit down to write a 'seasons' post, there may be a method to my madness but I'll probably write about whatever I feel like writing about (cause this is my blog and I can do that sort of thing around here since I'm kind of the boss ) =)  but . . . who knows.  The fact that a story is usually told best in order of events tempts me to go about it in a timely manner (haha. get it?) 
-I'll probably cite journals often and base my story from perspectives now and then as much as I can and include journal excerpts from that season. 
-Maybe this will turn into storytelling?  I'm positive it will in some aspects at least. 
-My point in all of this is to lead both you and I closer to Jesus through how He has used all of these stories to be worked together for good and for His glory.
The way I envision this from my perspective tonight, it will be the biggest project I've done on this blog.  It might take me a lot of time and energy and will require a little vulnerability to say the least.  Basically I'll be pouring a lot of myself into this but (and I'm still praying about this) I think it will be a worthwhile investment, to be used for the Lords glory (maybe even beyond this blog) since it's all through Him, by Him and for Him.

All that to say, I want to tell you all a little bit (more) about myself so here this goes.  I'm going to tell you my story through the seasons that have come to compile what is known as my life.  Enjoy.

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