I woke up to an almost chilly morning. A breezy, beautiful morning, that was begging for me to go outside and sit on the porch. The sky was a bright, deep blue. October blue. The air was breezy. The sun was golden. Even the birds sounded like fall birds, and the air had a hint of fall to it.
But the flowers and crepe myrtles are still in full bloom, marking it as a glorious, beautiful summer morning — the kind that you may enjoy up north, but in my southern state we don’t get too many of them.
It was peaceful to just sit outside and read through the Bible with a warm cup of coffee and a few kittens to push away every now and then. I even managed to get a few chapters of editing done before bees started buzzing and the air warmed up.
There’s been so much going on in life lately, and I’ve been so busy — and I realized this morning that I haven’t taken too much time to just sit and be still and focus on God.
I’ve still been studying God’s Word, but in the desperate, teach-me-something-now-because-this-hurts type of way. Or the catch-me-because-I’m-trying-not-to-fall kind of way. It was nice to just sit and be still and let my thoughts focus on my Creator.
I love summer, and the peaceful, lazy calm it seems to exude. All too soon, though, summer will be gone, and we’ll have a short period of autumn before winter settles in.
Seasons change, and I have been forced to come to grips with the fact that change is a fact of life. It’s right up there with the birds and the bees and the seasons. Any farmer will tell you there is a distinct change of seasons. Even just someone who lives out in the country can tell what season it is by what is going on around them. The animals change, the birds change, the chirping frogs and cicadas and crickets and grasshoppers will change their frequency and their tune. The breeze will blow differently; the hay will be tall, or will be laying on the ground; the smell will be fresh and invigorating, or lazy and heavy with pollen, or sweetly scented with summer and hay. You’ll hear tractors, or see them coming down the road.
Change is inevitable.
But when change comes along — especially the kind of change that brings you to tears — it doesn’t mean that you have to give up on having peace and joy and laughter. The Lord is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and He has given us His joy, that is based in Himself, and not on circumstances. We can have joy because of Him. We can have peace because of Him. We can laugh because of Him. And circumstances — even painful ones — can never change Who God is and what He has done.
I am learning, albeit very slowly, that nothing is guaranteed. Not family, not friendships, and not the plans we make. The only thing that’s guaranteed – the only thing that we are told will always be constant — is Jesus Christ Himself.
We live in a broken world, and I am realizing that in a way I never once thought I would . . . and that is okay. Tears and heartache are quite common in this world. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to admit to struggling.
As the seasons change slowly over here in my little corner of the world, and as my family and I get our autumn garden planted in the ground, I am reminded that things must die before there is fruit. Every year, autumn, in all it’s splendiforous beauty, is simply death glorified. All the colours and all the smells — it’s simply what happens when plants die. Death brings wonderful, beautiful things. In the springtime, we will see the fruits of autumn as new leaves take the old places, as the grass greens up, and as the flowers begin to bloom once again, bigger and more glorious than last year. In the garden, the seeds must first die and rot before the plant and the roots emerge and burst forth into life. The blossoms must first fade and die before the vegetables and berries are ready to eat.
My God is good, and He is faithful. Constant. He never will change, He never will leave. He is good and gracious, and He is worthy of all of my praise and my trust even when my finite mind can’t comprehend what He is doing. Great is His faithfulness, from generation to generation. His mercies are new every morning, and what a blessing that thought is!
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.