Today as I sat outside, I picked up a pen and paper.  That's always dangerous with me, you never know what might happen next!  lol so anyways, here's what happened this time.  I started by talking about the first thing on my mind, the strong breeze blowing my paper away…

There's a strong breeze up here, and it's a little crisp!  I could almost wear a jacket.  When I got back from KC, I despised the cold weather, longing for anything that reminded me of Missouri.  But now I've embraced this change in season, for I've been promised that when these north winds blow, the south winds will be sustained.  As a few of the leaves start changing colors, I'm starting to see a change in me.  It isn't a glorious display as the leaves of a tree, but it's there just the same.  My appetite has changed from frivolous sweets to a craving of substance.  I have peered into a well of incredible depth.  My thirsty soul lusts for its shimmering waters; time and time again I'm drawn back to this place.  How will I ever be satisfied?  With each sip I realize my dire need for more.  The water is costly.  Though given free, it cost everything to reach the well.  I've laid my life down again for one taste, yet every time I leave it gets harder.  How can I leave this place I love so dearly?  I'm caught in a magnetic field, and the force between the two worlds is about to pull me apart.  Both are calling for my absolute focus, demanding my life.  I must go with my duties, I have work to do.  So I withdraw from the well of life-giving waters, and with a longing glance behind, turn away.  And still, as the deer pants for the water, so my soul longs for You!  "Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle on the mountains of spices."  I cannot leave alone, so come, draw me away from here!