There is something about the changing of summer to fall that makes me introspective.
I am not sure exactly where I began my introspection, whether it started that day I yielded to the cooler weather and bravely closed my kitchen window, or the boots and sweaters that were starting to surface amid the flipflops.
Seems musing is synonymous with slowing down and storing up the fruits and memories that generous summer bestows.
My heart has been focusing on an acrostic I read somewhere for the word REST.
I found it to be a powerful message to me and while I meditate on grace and the Lord's provision and pursuit in all the details of my life. I am challenged to let go of fretting and fully REST.
R repentant spirit
E eternal perspective
S surrendered mind
T trusting heart
A little word that I ponder the whole of; with the inevitable change of life,
breath and seasons.
breath and seasons.