Final HarvestThere is *just* a hint of fall in the air this week... funny to say that, for the humidity is still waaaaaay up there, the temperature still in the 90s... the roses still bearing blooms already somewhat wilted before they open... BUT, as Bo and I walked the neighborhood this morning accompanied by Michael whizzing by on his bike, i detected *just* a faint aroma of woodsmoke... the sky seemed *just* the tiniest shade bluer... the clouds *just* a hint wispier;
Here in central Florida, the passing of dog-days summer into fall are an event eagerly anticipated by all... after years, i am finally becoming adept at recognizing early promises of the coming autumn ... And i wonder if my anticipation for the coming Final Harvest will ever reach the same fervency as my expectant hope of the more earthly seasonal changes?
Father, You have ordained the seasons of our earth... There is to come a Final Season, the One that will herald the Return of Your Son, Y'shua. Will You transform my mind to enable me to appreciate and expectantly watch for the signs of His Holy Advent? By the Power of Your Spirit and in the Name of the One for Whom we wait... amen.
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You and I are alike in this, Beck. Never do I step outside that I am not keenly aware of nature's glory and promise. I miss those first hints in the air of fall. Our air is so inconsistent, that sometimes it's difficult to catch the first season changes. However, the plant life here makes up for it. I am watching for the first leaves to turn right now. God's majesty is proclaimed everywhere if we will only look for it! Love you, Beck...
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