There's no time for blue, but the shortening days are hinting of fall.
This golden summer of rest and healing is drawing to a close.
The beauty is heart-aching.
It's a good thing this is harvest time as it keeps the earth's inhabitants too busy to mourn the halcyon days.
I'm preserving summer's fruits---peaches, service berries, crab apples. The plums are not ripe yet, but what a bumper crop!
The oaks are overdoing themselves this year. A mistral blew through the other day and acorns boisterously hailed the roof. Oaks do not produce such crops of nuts every year. The rains of spring and early summer have boosted their yield.
Cherie sweeps the walks and driveways of the neighbors so they do not slip on the treacherous fruit.
As I can be prone to depression I especially battle it this time of year. I used to hate the close of summer, going back to school. I was filled with a dread as soon as August came.
It still hits me.
As an adult I needn't fear school, and fall is full of fairs and frost and fun---but I am still heart sore at the goldening of the fields and trees.
It signifies passing.
And we don't know what lies ahead exactly, do we?
Believers look for the shout and the trumpet. It is month of Elul on the Jewish calendar, and we Christians should sit up and take note. After all, Christianity is Jewish. The Jewish feasts are beautiful signs of what God is doing over the entire course of human history on earth. They are written in the constellations, they are foretelling events long before their place in time.
Time is a creation, and God is outside of it. He sees the entire creation as a whole. We have our place in this era, this season. We know what is coming: fall, the Rapture of the Church, Judgment.
And then winter.
It's written in the stars. God placed them there for us to mark time and take heart. We have hope where the world has none.
What is there to look forward to without Christ? Empty existence.
The love you have shared with your dear ones cannot hold a candle to the love of God and His perfect plan. The love you share with your people can only be enhanced and completed in God's love.
We have hope. We have assurance. We have peace.
Peace. The world longs for it, and it's been here all along. Time will end, and Christ will reign.
Comfort ye, my people!
Let the blue jays call their warnings of winter coming! Let the grasses wither. Let the summer wane.
We have hope, and it is in Christ alone.
Blessings!
This golden summer of rest and healing is drawing to a close.
The beauty is heart-aching.
It's a good thing this is harvest time as it keeps the earth's inhabitants too busy to mourn the halcyon days.
I'm preserving summer's fruits---peaches, service berries, crab apples. The plums are not ripe yet, but what a bumper crop!
The oaks are overdoing themselves this year. A mistral blew through the other day and acorns boisterously hailed the roof. Oaks do not produce such crops of nuts every year. The rains of spring and early summer have boosted their yield.
Cherie sweeps the walks and driveways of the neighbors so they do not slip on the treacherous fruit.
As I can be prone to depression I especially battle it this time of year. I used to hate the close of summer, going back to school. I was filled with a dread as soon as August came.
It still hits me.
As an adult I needn't fear school, and fall is full of fairs and frost and fun---but I am still heart sore at the goldening of the fields and trees.
It signifies passing.
And we don't know what lies ahead exactly, do we?
Believers look for the shout and the trumpet. It is month of Elul on the Jewish calendar, and we Christians should sit up and take note. After all, Christianity is Jewish. The Jewish feasts are beautiful signs of what God is doing over the entire course of human history on earth. They are written in the constellations, they are foretelling events long before their place in time.
Time is a creation, and God is outside of it. He sees the entire creation as a whole. We have our place in this era, this season. We know what is coming: fall, the Rapture of the Church, Judgment.
And then winter.
It's written in the stars. God placed them there for us to mark time and take heart. We have hope where the world has none.
What is there to look forward to without Christ? Empty existence.
The love you have shared with your dear ones cannot hold a candle to the love of God and His perfect plan. The love you share with your people can only be enhanced and completed in God's love.
We have hope. We have assurance. We have peace.
Peace. The world longs for it, and it's been here all along. Time will end, and Christ will reign.
Comfort ye, my people!
Let the blue jays call their warnings of winter coming! Let the grasses wither. Let the summer wane.
We have hope, and it is in Christ alone.
Blessings!
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