“Cos I’m not who I was
When I took my first steps
And I’m clinging to the promise
You’re not through with me yet…”

Again, the words of Ginny Owens flash through my brain. Amazing how the poetry of others can feed the soundtrack of my life.

Was talking with someone tonight about how they felt that something big was just around the corner. Funny. Somehow feel the same way.

Seasons change. Spring arrives. Corners turn.

Seasons must change. It is essential.

The Stella Artois billboard from years ago still haunts me:

“I’d rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity.”

I fear mediocrity. I fear my inability to change.

“So if all of these trials bring me closer to you
Then I will walk through the fire
If You want me to”