When I end a thing it is over. Mourn for a moment, but shake yourself off and learn to move again. A season has ended, but not MY plans for you. This divine ending is connected to a new beginning.
Living in an old dream is exhausting, it will rob you of peace. The energy used maintaining an old thing is depleting. Death is a part of the cycle, utilize it like a compost pile.
Acknowledge the sails of life and the anchors . The sail causes movement, but the anchor hinders it. Pull up the anchors where you are and place you full effort into the sails.
Though a realized end is hurtful, it is the only path to a new beginning. Accept the closed doors and run with all your strength through MY new discovered doorways.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-3
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up.
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