Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Autumn Crispness

Autumn makes me smile both inside and out. Here's why is tickles me with delight.

From fruit pies to spiced cider to roast pumpkin seeds and crisp broccoli from the garden, the tastes of fall are pungent and particularly satisfying. They remind me of home and call me to stop and savor the small, almost unnoticeable goodness of life.

Each year I like to designate a tree as my visual experiment. Typically, this is a tree that I pass by nearly every day and take special notice of the brilliant colors of rust, orange, burgundy, red, yellow, or any variety of hue. This year's tree is on the way to work, so I pass by it with my two younger children.

There's something exciting about pulling out new clothing...or at least clothing that hasn't been worn since last winter. Reconnecting with sweaters, boots, vests, fleece, and coats is a treat. Watching my children grow into bigger sizes (especially those precious footed jammies and fleece hats/scarves/mittens) is amazing!

Impending Death with Certain New Life
Of course, I have to get a little philosophical on you. :) Dying plants, flowers, and leaves abound during this time of year. Plant life dehydrates, loses color, becomes brittle and stiff. Yet, I am able to tolerate and find beauty in this action because I am sure of the promise of new life. The only way I can survive with death all around me is knowing that death is not certain, final, or a the end. Death is a beginning, as it leads to nourishment, rejuvenation, and inward tending to roots. Death is preparation for change.

And this I know for sure...change is for real in my life. My grasp to things is loose, my holding on to people is tighter, and my clinging to God is utterly desperate.


First of all, my apologies for not posting sooner. It's been over a month, and I am severely chastizing myself for my lack of blogging particiation. Alas, life has been relatively all-consuming. I feel like as if I can finally come out of my self-absorbed cocoon. Between selling and buying a new house, moving all of our physical belonings, getting settled into our new abode, along with starting school, a new job, AND attempting to get all of life's normal routines accomplished, my mind and body have been pushed to their limits physically. In ALL of that, I can firmly say that the Lord is faithful and His provision and mercies are astounding!

So, we have moved from a two-bedroom townhouse into a 4-bedroom, 2.5 bath single family house. For the first time in own married lives, we have windows that face all four compass directions. We aren't attached to anyone either! We now live in a predominantly white, middle class suburb...which has its definite pluses and minuses. Our backyard opens up into a lively and kid-friendly park with plenty of grass, a pavilion, and playground equipment. We have a garage, a boys' and a girls' bedroom, AND a large unfinished basement. We can even "lose" one another and play an authentic game of hide and seek in this spacious place. It is a dream come true! I still can barely imagine that this is our house, the Lord's gift to us to bless others. At the same time, I am reminded that owning a house, or even owning a second set of clothes for that matter, is a luxury that relatively few people the world-over can grasp. With blessing comes the privilege of stewardship. Bud and I are deeply humbled at the opportunities that await us for minstry and outpouring of love in this space.