By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
In most places, fall arrives with a visual reminder that change is coming. Ordinary green trees don brilliant foliage and temperatures fluctuate drastically.
I find hope in the changing seasons – hope that God in His mercy won’t leave me stuck in the same circumstances forever. That I can look forward to times of rest, renewal, and growth.
I need the visual change around me, and I need the spiritual change within me. How beautifully they complement the one unchanging force that holds everything together – Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8).
Do you have a favorite season that reminds you of God’s faithfulness?
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Cinnamon. Cloves. Oranges, for heaven’s sake. A heady perfume with a hefty price.
Lena mentally tallied her purchases. Such indulgence. But Christmas came only once in twelve months, and if she spread her extravagance out over the next eight weeks, they could manage.
She thanked Mr. Fielding at the mercantile and headed home, a quarter-of-a-mile trip in good weather. Today it felt farther. The sky hung low, goose gray, and promising rain, which meant mud. It should be snowing this time of year, with the cottonwoods flashing yellow along the road, their aspen cousins trickling gold down the hillside at the end of town.
Smelling the storm’s approach, she hiked her skirt and quickened her pace. The one thing she could count on this time of year was her heart flip-flopping between cherished memories and painful recollections. Between excitement and dread. ~Snow Angel
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