Overnight the air has seemed to dry out, a cool breeze blowing from the south, almost like fall is blowing in. A good morning to actually sit outside and drink a cup of coffee without breaking a sweat. Now weather can be a fickle thing. It's only mid September and I know we have a good month yet of warm weather. But today is a nice respite. And I will gladly take it. Fall is symbolic of my life right now. A season coming to an end. A new season to look forward to. There are changes on the horizon. I can feel it. Endings are sad, but inevitable. Beginnings are scary, yet promise much adventure. It's a crossroad. Which way do you take? We have lots of decisions to make in the coming months. Decisions that don't offer a clear direction. Sometimes it's hard to discern where God is leading. Sometimes there doesn't seem to be a right or wrong answer per say, but what is best? I wish God would send us a memo sometimes! How easy it would be. But where would the trusting and faith come in? The stretching and the training our ears to hear and listen to what God is calling us to do.
So as the leaves slowly start to change from green to gold, and the corn starts to dry down, waiting for harvest, and the air turns cooler and drier, we pray. And we wait. And we believe and trust that God will lead us in the right direction. Always.