Autumn and Grace.

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Oh hi.


So like, I was thinking.. all of a sudden,

Summer stopped.

And here we go again, welcoming in Autumn.

I fought it’s coming practically all January and February.

Silly really.

Who dare fight the seasons?


We are indeed in Autumn again. For real.

I’m stopping fighting this.

I even made an almost sugar free granola today.

It was all nutty and warm and the coconut flakes went all crisp and buttery and delicious.

I think it was about here.

I was a bit like.

Oh goodness, I’m actually quite ready, to embrace big scarfs, new flavours of  lovely steaming hot herbal tea, my electric blanket, my beanie, the hood on my  jacket, and my black skinnies.

And so all of a sudden,

Autumn is just fine with me.

It’s here you know.

And it’s okay. And i quite like it.

I ask myself. Why’d i fight the season? Why’d i fear it’s coming?


It reminds me.

Of her.

One day. She was scared.

You know those days?

Over tiny seemingly small things.

Those horrible little every day sorts of things that make you wake up worried because you know you have no choice in the matter.

You either do it, or you stop moving type thing.

And so she walks. But fights against it’s coming.

She sure as heck knew.. Resistance never made it easy.

Who dare fight the seasons?

Silly really.


Some voice floats to her on it’s wind saying ‘i’m here’

She ‘couldn’t care less’ she told me.

She frowned.

‘It’s still coming closer isn’t it?’ She says in defiance…

It was about here I think,  it all changed she told me.

That voice floats closer to her and says ‘Oh girl. I don’t care how it goes. Just be courageous – that’s all I’m calling you to be here’


And her shoulders relax just a little.

Then that voice whispers it.

‘your worth is not one bit less to me, even if it all goes wrong. my love goes deeper than that’

And she stops there.

At Grace.

That’s it.

Grace just came round again.

In it’s relentless love and it’s eyes that go deeper than our mess and our mistakes and our so called fails.

In it’s eyes that see past our weaknesses and our ‘anything below perfection-isms’ that we are just. not. proud of.

and it just loves loves loves.


And so she arrives there. And it’s okay. And she quite likes it.


And she asks herself ‘why’d i fight the season?’ ‘why’d i fear it’s coming?’




2 Corinthians 12:9

“My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.”

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30. Counsellor + Post Grad Theology Student + Ponderer + Writer + Do-er of hair.

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