|Four little pumpkins we did grow, ready before fall, we didn't know.|
Okay it is NOT even October 1st and I am already falling. That's my new word for putting out pumpkins, gourds and similar decorations before the typical time. West of the Rocky mountain slope it is still reaching the high 80's during the day, but my mums are bursting flowers. Confusing, I know. I just can't wait. Fall is my second favorite season next to spring. I just love the crisp cool air and leaves. The soups, the apples, the fall colors and clothing. I soak it in. And I can't even put into words my love for pumpkin bread and pie! I could hurt myself on pumpkin bread.
There is something unique to this time of year. Maybe it is the over understood concept of harvest. The idea of new growth ready to be plucked, snipped or pulled from its' lifeline. Maybe it is the fact that I am not stuck in the dreary, cold (but beautiful too) winter...yet.
There is much to harvest. There's new growth in me if I just look hard enough. My growth in Christ is not stunted. If I look back at this year, well I am not the same. These days...I am at home with my two sons, I teach them a letter of the alphabet a week (I call this half homeschooling because I don't if I will ever do whole home school), and I coordinate a MOPS group i.e., try to realize you can't please everybody while trying to make friends, serve and love on 47 other women!! I teach an art enrichment class once a week and I realize how much I miss art and sometimes work. I am more patient, more serving and even more forgiving.
I used to worry more about life, money, want more things, cursed a bit more, and I used to care more about what people think...now I know that it is more of a waste of emotion and energy.
The biggest harvest of course is the growth in my relationship with Christ...I went from thinking I could never just say yes to God because it is about obedience to "Yes Lord, I will trust you and I will trust you with me." I never realized how much I wasn't sacrificing and walking in the humiliation of the cross.
How much I resisted His divine interruptions...now I see them as divine interventions and a chance to be what God has planned for my life, my calling.
Now, I thirst for His presence to be so filled in me as I do my best to die each day.
I am falling...constantly into the grace, the love, the mercy, the safety, and awesomeness of God. Bring on the harvest!