The last day of September dawns brisk and bright,
Invigorating even the laziest soul.
Come outside, she calls.
Lift your face to the sun.
Feel the breeze on your cheek,
Stroll down the way.
Let me show you the subtle changes I bring—
A hint of scarlet in the maple leaf,
Acorns scattered on the ground,
Pampas tossing shaggy heads,
All in time to an eternal rhythm.
Open your eyes to the infinite.
Listen for the heavenly strains.
Be present in the moment.
God will guide you into the next season.
I’m headed that way.
Won’t you join me?
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left.
Lamentations 3:22-24 MSG
One thought on “TRANSITIONS”