It is November and I'm not really sure where January went.
The cold turned to heat of summer and now cool is here again and did I turn around?
Did I notice in those days the beauty of a God filling my days with beauty?
We had snow and I anxiously watched the last of it melt, wondering how long till I would see it again. White pure beauty on my little patch of earth. So rare. Years rare.
The first flowers bloomed and I noticed but did I lie under sky on blanket and close my eyes to the warmth of the sun?
Another year is almost over and she is twenty-one and he is almost four and my loves in between are growing taller than me.
Holiday time. And holidays rush with the winking of an eye and the singing of a song.
Where does it go and I try to tuck it into corners of my heart and remembrances of my brain and whispers of my soul.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
Yes, I notice. Yes, I recognize the lasting and the swiftness of the good and perfect gifts. The replacing with more and then more. Time not slowing to grieve what has passed is the greatest gift of them all.
The endeavor to tan in the light and not ash in the shadows. This endeavor can all consume but is worth my pause before another rains down from the Giver and the Gift.
Reminders to be thankful on every corner in this season. Thankful for the beauty and for the pain in which beauty shall rise.
Notice - and not just 'tis the season.
