Not long ago, I endured a season of loneliness and isolation. Although, I was surrounded by people that loved me, plenty of places to visit, and tons of distracting things, I felt like I was on a deserted island. Unfamiliar waters with frightening waves, generated by the fierce winds, surrounded me. And, my goal was to not let this unpleasant, nonetheless, necessary season overtake me. I didn’t want to stay on the island, and I, especially, didn’t want to become an island. There are distinct differences between the two metaphors-  being on an island and becoming an island. The former is acknowledging that your life situation has you in a temporary circumstance. While the latter is the aftermath of not understanding temporary situations and the victories that await you through enduring and growing from them. I am the first to concede how easy it is to be derailed, defeated, and defined by a season. I have the scars and wounds to prove it.  But, I also have the stories of restoration, redemption and rehabilitation that …