As the sun is setting on the summer and fall is fast approaching, I find myself thinking back to all that I did these past few months.
The places I’ve seen.
And I think about the projects that didn’t get finished. And all that I did not get done.
What it is about fall that makes me reflect on the past? I love the feel of fall in the air. The pumpkins, the changing colors of the leaves, cross country season, then basketball…the World Series of Baseball (go Cards!)…I love all of that.
My birthday is in the fall too. Not sure how I feel about turning 53, but it is better than the alternative, I guess.
I don’t know why the words don’t come very easily for this space anymore. Sometimes, I think they will never, ever come again.
While my posting may be irregular (which I dislike) I am not sure what to do or how to make it change.
So, I am going to continue waiting.
Continue praying about this space.
And waiting for the sun to rise on the fall…
What are you thinking about as the sun sets on summer?
I will be praying for you Mary. Sometimes God calls us away. I don't know why the writing is hard sometimes, but I believe He is doing a work in you that you cannot yet see or understand. I believe what comes out of this time will be beautiful and prosperous. Hugs!
I am thinking I love fall… I am thinking my dad leaves the hospital tomorrow on hospice… we won't know how many weeks we will have him with us. This might be a long season of 'waiting'… and I am thinking as the flowers die, and life comes to a 'slowing down'… I must embrace this change.
Really? I come over here only to read "Go Cards!"?
Lifetime Pittsburgh Pirate fan here 🙂
I grieve the end of summer–truly, I do. There is a bittersweetness to it, even amidst the beauty. I know much of my sadness has to do with all the years I spent homeschooling and how much I really didn't want the school year to start again. Then there's my love affair with the beach . . .
I re-read "Charlotte's Web" this summer, and keep coming back to this passage. I think E.B. White nails my feeling about summer ending:
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad, monotonous song, "Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying."
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year–the days when summer is changing into fall–the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change."
Sigh. Doesn't that just about break your heart? Ah well. We will have to commiserate at Allume. Frankly, I don't know what I'm doing on my blog these days either.
I will be praying for you Mary. Sometimes God calls us away. I don't know why the writing is hard sometimes, but I believe He is doing a work in you that you cannot yet see or understand. I believe what comes out of this time will be beautiful and prosperous. Hugs!
Sweet Barbie, you just might be the most encouraging person I know! Thank you for always being that way!
I am thinking I love fall…
I am thinking my dad leaves the hospital tomorrow on hospice…
we won't know how many weeks we will have him with us.
This might be a long season of 'waiting'… and I am thinking as the flowers die, and life comes to a 'slowing down'… I must embrace this change.
I am praying for you. Embracing change is hard, at least for me.
I too enjoy fall and understand the waiting for words. May the Father meet you as you pray and wait. Blessings.
Really? I come over here only to read "Go Cards!"?
Lifetime Pittsburgh Pirate fan here 🙂
I grieve the end of summer–truly, I do. There is a bittersweetness to it, even amidst the beauty. I know much of my sadness has to do with all the years I spent homeschooling and how much I really didn't want the school year to start again. Then there's my love affair with the beach . . .
I re-read "Charlotte's Web" this summer, and keep coming back to this passage. I think E.B. White nails my feeling about summer ending:
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad, monotonous song, "Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying."
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year–the days when summer is changing into fall–the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change."
Sigh. Doesn't that just about break your heart? Ah well. We will have to commiserate at Allume. Frankly, I don't know what I'm doing on my blog these days either.
Hugs to you Mary.