There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NIV
Time is a curious thing, it doesn’t feel like it has passed until you have to face the reality that things have changed. For me, time is a like an old friend that I unexpectedly run into, surprised to see her, and then reminded of the last time we were together.
I remember who I was the fist day I set foot on the GCU campus, the dreams I had, and the change I knew must be coming.
Today I am a different girl; kinder, wiser, and a bit more understanding.
Time has come, yet again, to follow change; to begin again in a new space.
I’m choosing to believe there is more than what was, and to dream about what could be.
I am moving to heal, to breathe, to acknowledge something more is needed, and the more was not located in Phoenix any longer. I am moving to have another grand adventure. I am moving for new life, I am moving to be brave.
Time will find me again, and when she does I wonder what she will have to say then.
Allison Johnson has recently moved to Austin, Texas. She finds beauty in simplicity and spontaneity, and in the midst of living her life in all of the messiness of being 26. She laughs loudly, dances frequently, and creates art through any and every medium. Her heart is set on living passionate adventures, filled with glorious people and places.