A Season of Change

Seasons change.  There is a time for every season.  I can look out my window on a daily basis and see the chlorophyll disappearing with the shortened days and cool nights.  The birds are feasting on the fruit that is weighing down the branches.

The clock changes Although there are arguments for and against Daylight Saving Time, I will say that I am all for it!  The way I see it, I have to get up in the morning and follow a daily routine whether it's dark out or light.  (Assume for this argument that I have a job)  But an extra hour of light in the afternoon/evening is a gift.  If the sun has already set before I get home, I put on my jammies, fix dinner, and settle in the the night.  That's it.  I never leave the house in the evening.  Well, maybe for Quilt Guild.

Lives Change  I am in a season of change.  But unlike the seasons and the clock, I don't know where I"m going.  I'm not even sure I know where I want to be going.

But this I know.  I'm where I am for a reason.  I'm meant to be here.  To learn some lesson.  I've often wished that I didn't have to work for a living, and now I'm not working.  I should be appreciating this time more.   I should be reading more, accomplishing more. 

Last Friday I spent my afternoon coloring and watching SpongeBob SquarePants with a Hospice patient with late-stage dementia.  I'm so grateful that my daily existence offers so much more, but I'm reminded how quickly circumstances can change.  We need to live life to the fullest.  We need to live every day as if it might be our last.  Because it just might be. 

 

To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under the sun.

A time to be born and a time to die;

a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to kill and a time to heal ...

a time to weep and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn and a time to dance ...

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to lose and a time to seek;

a time to rend and a time to sew;

a time to keep silent and a time to speak;

a time to love and a time to hate;

a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

 

counting my blessings. . . . Sunny

I'll be back tomorrow with some stitchy news and treasure hunt finds!