Beautiful Grave Clothes . . .

The cool of morning encased by the rolling fog . . .

Breezes that carry the scent of harvest and the feel of a chill . . .

Leaves that haven’t yet succumbed to their vibrant grave clothes . . .

Autumn has been no longer than days when we feel it overtaking. Cool mornings give way to warm afternoons and even cooler evenings.Summer in all its warmth and easiness has bowed it’s head – just slightly. It is not so far removed that we long for it yet, but we acknowledge it’s graceful decline.

So it is sometimes with our lives. We live in our vibrant summer, enjoying pleasures and embracing the warmth that defines it. Our laughter seems unending, our life simple. The preparation and toiling of spring has given way to our season of tending and enjoying.

Then, there is the bow. The air turns crisp, harvest time is upon us quicker than cool air of morning can give way to the warmth of afternoon. Hard work begins, daunting sometimes, and our bodies feel tired. It can feel endless, but the outcome, we know, will be worth it. As leaves slowly turn amazing shades that rival sunrises and sunsets, our hearts slowly turn. A once refreshing cool breeze is now a reminder of what is to come. A once beautiful garden now dons picked over remnants of what we once deemed vital.

Autumn in our lives can seem as endless as winter. It’s the harvest season. As beautiful as it can be, it is also a preparation season. Preparing for the winter. At first autumn is celebrated – look what we accomplished! We planted . . . it grew . . . we harvested. For what reason? For the winter that approaches. The end of autumn is like the snooze button on our alarm clock. We know what’s coming, yet we pray for just a few more minutes. Soon, the cold rain will be frozen. Color is found only in the dawn and evening skies. We will rest in the winter, recharge. Our souls will be reminded of God’s goodness through the celebration of His sons birth, and the pure white of the solemn snows. Warmth will be found in layered clothing, warm fires, and old quilts. Our sun will be bright, but still so far away.

So, Autumn becomes bittersweet. Yet, if in your life you are experiencing autumn, embrace it. As hard as it may seem, keep working, keep pressing, keep praying, keep believing. Harvesting time is upon you, and it may feel more like work than anything else. Because that’s what harvesting is – work.

Yet, in the end, we will be satisfied and rest in our labor. We will know the Lord has graciously allowed each season for a reason. We grow in our knowledge and understanding each year that passes and each season we endure . . .Ecclesiastes 3:9″What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.

15 Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.

Muddy Feet?

Why does my sin seem so much bigger than your grace?

Why does my natural seem so much bigger than your supernatural?

Why does my need seem so much bigger than your provision?

Why does my dream seem so much bigger than your ability?

Why? There is a place where my why turns into your how.

Where my doubt turns into your faith.

Where my pain turns into your glory.

Find me there. If you have to “find” me somewhere, Lord please find me there.

Don’t find me in my defeated, run down place. Don’t find me in my unstable,  unreliable spot.  Don’t find me in the mud of my life. Find me dancing in your rain. Swimming in your goodness.

I know it’s unrealistic, and that you have to find me in that “un” place in order to lift me into your greater place.

I’m waiting for the lift.

I’ve listened to myself too much. I’ve looked at my little and I have ignored your greatness. I’ve worried instead of prayed. I’ve talked instead of listened.

“Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I’ve walked against the water
Now I’m waiting if you please

We’ve longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price

Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you’re gone and I’m cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I’m waiting here

Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I’ve walked against the water
Now I’m waiting if you please

We didn’t count on suffering
We didn’t count on pain
But if the blessing’s in the valley
Then in the river I will wait” (Find Me In The River, Delirious?)

(Matthew 17: 20-21) He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”