This time of year leave’s me longing for something more. For cool weather and mountains. For things you can’t find in Florida. For pumpkin patches and multi-colored leaves. And all this longing, this discontent, often leaves me depressed.
It is the same way each summer. I hate the heat. And as the summer goes on I feel my discontentment growing. The cloud over my life looms larger. And I just want to escape. Move away. Get some place with mountains to hike and cool whether to bask in.
I forget the things I love about Orlando. Eating on patios, walking through parks and around lakes. Leaving windows open. All I can think about is cool breezes, lite sweaters and humidity free air. I want to live in a world of snowmen, fire places, and hot drinks to keep warm.
So the summer if hard for me. It’s not just the heat but the discontentment that threatens my love for The City Beautiful. It makes me question God’s call on my life for this place I love. Perhaps He messed up and meant to send me to the mountains? And so each year I must struggle to fall into the arms of the Savior. It is the only fall that can save me.
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