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  • Sonya Leigh Anderson


Journal entry: January 6, 2021

I Don’t Know.

I don’t know what the season is for. This season without direction. Without vocation. Without any real God-given passion.

There have been seasons before—all mission, all passion. I was born for this seasons. But now. I don’t know.

So I wonder and wait in this quiet. This winter. This COVID. This un-vocation. And it’s…

Lovely. Unexpected.

Snow shimmering soft and white across lake and trees. Kindest path through private woods. (Larry’s gift, accepted daily.) Life-giving balm for a waiting soul.

Waiting for what? Or is this enough?

I walk and enjoy gifts of grace. Forecast clouds, light breaking through.

Quiet thoughts repeat thanks. Thank you. Thank you.

Even my dog is all joy. Wild delight.

And yet. I don’t know what I’m waiting for.

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