I haven’t spent time here for a while.
Life has been gritty.
It has been like the coming of Autumn.
I’ve held the hand of the dying. Gripping every gifted moment tightly. Releasing encouragement. Saying you can make it, when I knew they would not. Not here.
I’ve gathered every brilliant moment of time and celebrated every breath of living.
Like harvest. We spend our time in the fields. We gather and preserve every blessing, knowing as we enjoy the Fall death still comes.
I’ve been looking into faces of dignity.
They are the forgetful ones.
They are the diseased.
They are the widowed.
They are the homeless.
It’s uncomfortable yet satisfying. Like trying to laugh through crying. Like the blasts of cool air readying you for the winter, and then warming again as the day wears. We just add a sweater on those cool mornings. If only it could be this simple.
Spending time with those longing for a memory.
Enjoying the same conversation again and again.
Asking for mercy in the middle of the storm.
Sometimes the colors of Fall are beautiful. Sometimes we have to look past the gray that withers away.
They all have something in common. Their eyes all search for the same thing.
Seasons like this move us. We are their hope. We can change and be changed.
I am changed.
It’s a new season.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing can be taken from it. God does it so that men will revere Him. -Ecclesiastes 3:1,1