Friday, September 23, 2022

Dear God,

A breeze is gently blowing and leaves are silently falling from the trees.  I remember when the trees were bare, winter winds blowing.  But then, suddenly, miraculously it seemed, buds appeared and full leaves, berries and flowers.  They have gone full circle.  They are ready to leave the limbs, roots and branches behind.  "Unless a grain of wheat falls..." your son said.

I am so grateful for each season for surely, they call something to attention within us.  What is ready to bud or blossom?  What needs to let go?  Let down your roots, let them go deep to find nourishment.  What hinders you?   For those with faith, the questions challenge us to consider and reflect the season you are calling us into.

O Lord,

help us

meet the challenge

that comes

with each season.

Show us

the way.

Lead us

in your direction,

I pray.

Love, Andrea