Trees. Luminous in the forest. As the dying begins.
Letting go. Piece by piece. Leaf by leaf.
Orange. Yellow. Red.
Beautiful. And certain.
Seasons change.
Trees. Luminous in the forest. As the dying begins.
Letting go. Piece by piece. Leaf by leaf.
Orange. Yellow. Red.
Beautiful. And certain.
Seasons change.
Hands in the dishwater. Scrubbing pot, pan, plates.
And the way of Brother Lawrence comes to mind. “Practicing the presence of God” in the midst of the mundane.
Speaking thanks in the ordinary helps me. To learn this way.
Practicing thankfulness prompts me. To notice His presence in common tasks and everyday occurrences. All along the daily path.
And the possibilities are endless. Leading me to look upward and outward.
“Let us enter His presence with thanksgiving…”
Psalm 95:2 CSB
Travel plans so carefully made. Flights scheduled and booked.
Anticipating long-delayed reunions. After many covid19 restrictions. Requirements. Roadblocks.
Then, sudden uncertainty. Again.
Everything is up in the air.
Like the autumn leaves outside my window. Scattering in the wind. Landing who knows where.