Dear February: A letter
Dear February,
The shortest month of the year. You always are, and the world is used to that. Anyhow, I came to give you the goods. January was grand. Perhaps it has been the most productive month of my life. I birthed so much and I do not plan on stopping. I write to tell you that you will be joining me. You will be good to me, because you don't have much of a choice, now do you?
Love is in the air. I know most people dedicate a day to showing their appreciation for their favorite people and loved ones. Perhaps I may join in this time [reader: this letter includes information that has been redacted to protect said loved ones. Perhaps I shall share--with permission--in the coming months of this year. Stay tuned].
It will be one year since Katie's passing [reader: if you look to the left hand corner of this page, she was one of my first followers on this platform]. She is sorely missed. I would have told her all the drama that ensued last year after things got hectic. Her kids are doing ok, and I try to visit every few moons to check in. Her family is coping the best way they can, and they have been strong and there for me. Especially after last June.
Work is better. I know last year this time was utter chaos. 2023 saw me pinching pennies, I was really in a battle for my life. Proper tears were shed last year. But this year feels incredibly different. I can breathe better. I wake up with a song in my heart. The scar of yesteryear has started to see improvement. I am by no means perfect, but the progress I have made since then--I am proud of.
I will be investing more this month, spiritually. I am making it a point to come off mute and speak a little louder into the mic. I want to be in the Deep Places with God. To read more, to worship Him with my being. He has things to tell me and I want to be in the best position for His divine instruction concerning the rest of this special year. Ok, I think I have said enough. I will stay in touch. Be kind.
All the best,
xoxo
February, I guess this year starts with you. 2023 was the hight of intense hope in a long time each day was a day closer to what was hope for until it fizzled out and I realize it was all a mirage.
ReplyDeleteYet the year don't finish with beautiful moments 2024 is her with so much promise and a rekindled hope but January was used to set the tone. In the month of love I just want to live like Christ loves and I expect the delivery of the REST that was promised.
Beautiful writeup
This was great Kingcedar, thanks so much for sharing. Praying that you will enjoy the rest promised to you. -whitney
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