A friend sent me a text today.... a friend I haven't talked to in quite awhile. She asked me if I had read One Thousand gifts. I laughed as I wrote back that I had. We started talking about it and somehow I find myself here... it's been a little while since I have last been here. In fact I never did finish writing on the last chapters of that book.
I think about that book as I text back and forth with her. I read back over some posts I had written and conviction comes and suddenly here I am... writing.
When the rain comes and life gets busy some things.... things that should not be, are forgotten.
It's my favorite time of the year.... the time when leaves turn and the air grows cold. Nights are longer and He sends down the rain.... the ground which has been thirsty for so long drinks deeply.
Summer is harsh down here.... the heat suffocates everything and slowly death comes.
Yet the Lord's timing is perfect just as the roses begin to breath their last a drop of rain falls and a dip in the temperature becomes their saving grace. Now the air is cool and the flowers in the garden give one last burst of color before winter sets. The beauty that fall brings is breath taking.
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."Ecclesiastes 3:1