Auld Lang Syne

 

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