This weekend was beautiful. As I stepped out on the back patio, I could feel it. It was the start of Fall weather. I know it is not official until next Sunday, but the change seemed to shout out in the morning light, brisk air, and the first of colored tips in the leaves:
“A new season has arrived.”
I sat in a coffee shop last night with a friend. As our conversation flowed, I mentioned that I have been struggling with self-control (more priorities) of how I use my time. From the time I get out of bed, my days are usually pretty routine. Then these last two weeks, I seem to have lost that routineness. I seem to be all over the map of “to-do” lists of little details or projects needing attention, the weekly home visits by OT/PT, calling family on my new Cap Tel as I try to recapture the time of lost conversations, squeezing relaxing time in to read, or responding to emails which can take a bit of time. The end of the day comes and after all the business of accomplished things, I feel like I haven’t even left the dock. My focus meanders…
It is hard to discern what I need to be doing as I feel I fight against time of my declining body.
“I just don’t really know what to write about,” I say to my friend. Not that I am out if words or post ideas, but each day seems to bring about more change that I don’t know where to start. In the same manner, I see a parallel to my time studying the Word and in prayer: Unsure of the direction I am to take, as some doors have opened and others have closed.
I wrote last week about leaving room for “God Room.” It cannot hold nervousness leading to worry and doubt, but I let mine sneak in through the crack beneath the door. It distracts my focus, my desire of complete surrender…and I need to refocus on the promises that God is with me in every season: especially the ones that bring about change.
As Fall approaches, I anticipate its beauty. Shouldn’t I anticipate the same beauty within my own season of change?
God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3;11, NLT
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