Well, it was Fall; now it’s not. There was just enough of a cool snap to make the people at my house scramble for firewood. Thanks to Hurricane Matthew, we are now well stocked. But now, I can’t light a fire unless I turn the air conditioner way down. Way, way down.
Then there’s the whole mosquito thing. We should not be swatting mosquitos at the end of October. The ones around here, thanks also to Matthew, are so big that I’m afraid to swat at one for fear that it might just swat back. I’m a little worried about what they might do to the Trick or Treaters. Parents, be on the alert.
Also, eat the chocolate candy first cause it’s gonna melt fast.
It just doesn’t feel like Fall and I’m all out of sorts because Fall is my favorite time of year, and it's just not lining up with the vision of Fall that I have in my mind. I need the seasons to cooperate with the picture I have in my mind. Each should look and smell and feel and even taste a certain way. Especially Fall.
I have to admit that I have a bad habit of creating this perfect scenario of how the seasons in my life are going to play out. And, when they don’t fall nicely into place like the ones created in my mind, I find myself out of sorts. I think if we were going to be honest with each other, which would be so nice a thing to be in light of all the “un-honesty” we are having to deal with this election season, we would all agree that we go into new seasons of our lives with certain high expectations. And when our expectations are not met, we all have a tendency to become out of sorts, disillusioned, maybe angry and bitter.
Our marriage isn’t like the one in our dreams so we struggle through the early season of marriage trying to figure out what is wrong. Mainly, what is wrong with our spouse because we are certain that the problem does not lie with us.
Then we anticipate the child-rearing season, but when it doesn’t begin when we plan or happen the way we anticipate that it will happen, our hearts ache, especially when friends are excitedly entering into that season without us. I so remember the heartache of that particular season.
Or, when the children do come, and we find that it is not quite like we thought it would be. It’s hard. Nothing like the Norman Rockwell picture we had in our minds. Babies don't sleep like the ones in the commercials. Little boys break things, a lot. Then they all turn into teenagers. I'm sure those of you who are there now get me. The rest of you, brace yourselves!
And the seasons keep coming and going. We get older and things continue to change, and some of these changes aren’t always easy or welcomed. We even find ourselves longing for past seasons in all of their messiness.
But y'all, if we’re not careful, we will miss the beauty in each season. We need to be willing to give up our expectations and accept God’s gifts the way He chooses to give them. We need to encourage an attitude of thankfulness in our hearts.
Sometimes we just need to look for the beauty a little harder.
Today, I noticed that despite the 88 degree temperature, the leaves on the dogwoods are beautiful, and my Camillias and the Sasanquas are in full bloom.
If we are willing to accept each season just the way God sends them to us, with a grateful heart, and if we choose to trust His plan for our lives and His great love for us, then you and I will find the joy we seem to be missing.
Have a great Fall week!
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps. Proverbs 16:9
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