It’s that time of year.
The leaves have turned.
The weather is turning. And turns and turns again. Teasing us.
Beautiful and gorgeous and just right one day.
Then changing and turning cold the next. Calm and cool. Windy and wild. Sunny and soft.
From one extreme to another here in this Kansas land.
The milo turned from green to red. From growing to ripe and ready. From waiting to be cut to harvested and hauled.
From this to that. From that to this.
Things turn. Things change.
Autumn is speeding towards turning into winter and I must well admit, even if I don’t want to, that summer has long turned to autumn.
We turned our clocks back last weekend and the evenings have become long with daylight hours shortening and night creeping in early.
Life is full of turns and twists.
We don’t have to live long to realize this.
One baby niece turns two next week and another of my nieces, not-so-little-anymore, turns nine.
In all these turns, in every season, in every instant, among each moment,
God is there.
Ever loving us. Ever guarding us. Ever able.
Ancient of Days.
Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights; with Him there is no variation or shadow cast by turning. By His own choice, He gave us a new birth by the message of truth so that we would be the firstfruits of His creatures.
Linking up with Kate….