When fall arrives it is easy to wonder where the summer has gone. To have regrets and sadness that the blissful warm summer weather is waving farewell. It is equally easy to look forward to the doom and gloom of a harsh and biting winter ahead. Wherever we cast our eyes we too often find ourselves under the spirit of discontent.
I sat one morning in warm glow of an autumn sunrise. The place I sat was melodied with a gentle rustle of wind in the leaves. The fresh green summer time colors were being replaced with gold that seemed to glow with a light of it's own in the morning sun. I breathed deeply the cool and refreshing air. My cup of coffee was more than enough to contrast the cooler air. A stronger breeze came along and gave cause for a handful of leaves to playfully dance to the ground. All this, I saw, and more, while thinking of the absolute wonder of the fall season.
How often do we miss the wonder that God places before us? It is difficult not to experience regret at what is past, but it is important to remember that it may cloud the good things God has in a season of rest. It is equally difficult to avoid a sense of foreboding at difficulty to come. To let an awareness of a impending fate seal our misery even before it arrives. Rest, as a child of God is not one of dwelling on what is ahead of what is behind. It is a trust in the character of the God who writes the story, and it is us that miss out on His seasons of rest if our eyes are closed to what is in front of us.
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