39 days...

40 days marks prominent journeys...the wilderness...lent...pentacost...pregnancy (with the extended 40 weeks )...advent...seasons are often marked by the ever fixed 40...

we are one day down into the last days of the final season...vocational calls are being solidified, nerves are unraveling, and nostalgia is at an all time high...how we live through the last 39 days could be incredible...it could also be terrifying...

tonight i was reminded about the things i want to do in the last 40 days...the thanks i want to make sure i say...the forgiveness of things done and said that need to be dealt with...celebrations that are yet to come...hikes that need to be taken...songs that need to be written...prayers that need to be offered...conversations that have started on the picnic table that need to be ended on the picnic table...pound cake and hungarian wine communion once again in the pouring down rain...

never have i felt the need to truly LIVE the these last 39 days...live with me...and may these days be a season of life that we always remember and treasure...