The scent drifts on the breezes of September... and linger with the chill of October. But oh, November, the air is just teaming with the sensations of warm yesterdays and sweet tomorrows. The memories of family... friends.... years drifted by. The hope of what the future will hold. It is a season which begins with crunchy leaves and color filled trees and peeks with the crunch of snow and colored filled trees aglow.
But this year... this year is slightly different in my household. I no longer have small hands carrying the sweet little picture books with frantic turkeys or talking leaves filling the pages. Little voices singing "over the river" and giggling frantically as Mr Gobbles, our plush turkey, lets out his seasonal gobble.
Yet, even as these little things change, others stay the same.... the endearing call to continue our contest of annual turkey disguise.... and everyone gathering around to watch Charlie Brown try to kick that football one more time! We dream and speculate of Christmastime coming. We talk more excitedly this year because big brother will be along to visit.... a treat 3 long years in the waiting.
Such are the seasons of life though... like those of a year all tattered and worn. The last frays of joy before the clock clicks over to start all over again brand.spanking.new. Life too has its ebbs and flows. The waitings, the wanderings, the plannings, the rejoicings. Oh sweet life which gives such variety to living.... oh sweet Lord Who walks us along.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:..... [God] has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
- Ecclesiastes 3:1,11
I pray you are wrapped in His presence as this exhilarating season comes into full swing.