You’re probably thinking this is a strange title for a post
in November. No, I’m not trying to get
ahead of myself when it comes to celebrating the holidays. I’m just looking forward to kissing 2012 good
bye.
I could have never imagined when I shared this post in
January, how the circumstances of these few days we call a year, would forever
change me. In some ways, that fact saddens me. I long for the ignorance of my
slightly younger self. On the other hand, the statement gives a little hope,
hope that in just one short year things can be vastly different in my life –
something I would welcome.
Fall is usually my favorite season. I love the colors of autumn. As a redhead, it’s by far my best season. I’ve
always been a fan of cozy sweaters and corduroy. I also
adore the warm sent of fall and of course the comfort foods brought by the
season. I love to walk outside and smell the scent of fireplaces burning in
the neighborhood. I love the pumpkins and mums that adorn front porches on my
street. Mostly, I love the symbolic shedding of the old in preparation for the
new. Everything is beautiful just before it goes gray and bare. That's all part of God's plan. He strips away the old, no matter how beautiful we think it is, to prepare for the new. This fall has
been pretty difficult for me personally, but I’m hopeful again. I expect a vibrant spring.
A fitting song. . . .
Joy comes in the morning
If you've knelt beside the rubble of an aching broken heart
When the things you gave your life to fell apart
You're not the first to be acquainted with sorrow grief or pain
But the master promised sunshine after rain
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
Weeping only last for the night
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight
To invest your seed of trust in God in mountains you can't move
You have risked your life on thing you cannot prove
But to give the things you cannot keep for what you cannot lose
Is the way to find the joy God has for you
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
Weeping only last for the night
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight
The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight
