Seasons of life

As you continue to read my musings, a certain theme will begin to emerge... a pattern. Nature. It is the Lord's creations that stimulate me the most. I experience great love from Him through the beauty of this world. The contrast between a grey sky and green treetops, a dazzling sunset, a field of grain blowing in the breeze, the stars twinkling brightly from above, a flower in full bloom... These things warm the cockles of my heart and make me feel so alive. What I love most about nature is how it is ruled by the seasons- and it is this that you will find in my writings. The difference a leaf looks, acts, feels, in spring, compared to that of autumn.. or the non-existence of them in winter... such a wonder. I love it! It's no wonder my book will be titled "A Season For Everything." Out lives are ruled by similar seasons. Cold and dark like the winter, or bright and joyful like summer- it is constantly changing.

As I continued to write Seasons last week, the story deepening, the "plot" thickening... it took upon a summertime full of thunderstorms and heaviness that only comes from humidity, matching that of the "heavy" heart of the main character, Evelyn. The story starts out in a rather depressing state, but unfortunately this is necessary. I'm looking forward to getting onto the more "beautiful" parts of the book. However, that is still some way away, because what follows summer? Autumn. And what follows autumn? Winter. And it will not be until the springtime that beauty will truly arise (in the story at least)... however I cannot deny that even in the midst of a dark and cold winter, beauty is in abundance!

So, I share with you now this very thing- beauty in the midst of darkness- a dark season of my own life, last autumn. It's a little bit of a prayer. Enjoy!

May

The first leaf of autumn has fallen

And I find myself thinking of You.

I try to picture Your face

But the cold morning mist covers my vision.

I know You are there.

Sometimes.

Always.

Everywhere.

Except all I can see is black nothingness.

It consumes me,

Envelopes me,

Takes me.

Where are You, my Love, when I most need You?

They tell me that You are always with me.

But I find myself doubting.

Why do I forget You are there?

Give me the gift of faith, O Lord.

So that I might forever believe

That Your love is greater than any other.

That the leaves were made for me.