What we welcomed in our front door in April with a rush is now sliding quietly out the back door like a thief. I had forgotten till this morning how wonderful and comforting the leaves that dressed the trees. Thank you God for your gifts both and eternal!
Let the rivers clap their hands; let the hills sing for joy together
Psalms 98:8 ESV
But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.”
Acts 1:8
I often long to peer over God’s shoulders to see what destinations lie ahead on the map of the life He has given me. But this walk of faith usually means that I can not know the roads that He may choose. He only asks us to be faithful witnesses to those we meet along the way.
The leaves are filled with yesterday
As they face early frost
Their veins are running red to brown
Forgetting nights once soft
But as one page turns another starts
Their stories don’t end here
The last lines tell us please stay tuned
When snows close up the year
Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil
Where seeds wait for their time
Yesterday’s just what’s gone before
God’s amazing life’s design
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