As a teen and even in my forties, I loved concerts. The energy, the crowd, the lights – the noise. Over the last few years, I may go but at times it feels forced. Now it just feels like something to do but it ignites little in me. One thing I am happy about – while it had a hold on me, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I sang the songs, danced, and laughed out loud. Most if not all the concerts I’ve attended were flavored with Christianity or gospel. I enjoyed the moments of worship – I still do, but in a different place. I guess this is what we identify as a different season – and it’s okay.
Today – I’m more the instrumental, saxophone loving kinda girl. I’d love to go to a coffee house to hear instrumental pieces rather than the huge arenas. Maybe I’ll search for one soon. My soul seem to desire to be fed from a different tune these days. Embracing new seasons is an integral part of being at peace with changes. I love the past fireworks, the exhilarating shindigs, and noisy celebrations. Now, I think I’ve had my fill. I’m not saying never again – it’s just that today I don’t desire them as much. Hats off to new seasons, a different version of the old me, another side of the coin, and accepting today’s normal.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven”. [Ecclesiastes 3:1]
Restored Hearts 