When I was in high school one of my favorite classes was Creative Writing, the teacher, Ms. Green, was big on free writing. That is when you put on paper whatever comes to your mind, then you use that material for stories and poetry and that kind of stuff later on. On a rare occasion I was actually able to do that. I feel like that is what I'm doing now, just writing without a conclusion in mind.
The last few weeks I have felt discombobulated (that didn't register as misspelled!) It seems things have been piling up on me and I really just wanted to stay under the covers and hide. I had convinced myself no one cares (I DO know that people care about me but its had to know that and go around saying "nobody loves me, everyone hates me, I'm going to go eat worms" lol)
So there have been things that I wanted say. I typed one thing up and it was really long but after I read it it sounded real judgmental and I didn't want anyone to be mad at me so that got trashed. I wrote about a particular person in my family that I was having a hard time dealing with but that got trashed too cause I didn't know if they read my blog (I mean EVERYONE should right?) Then I had a really cute lighthearted thing but I couldn't get it to sound right in my head so that went away too.
(I think Ms. Green would be proud of me and my free writing)
All of that to say this....
I am sitting on my front porch and I can smell fall. It is 80 degrees and there seems to be a nip in the air, even though I am barefoot right now. It may be because my husband is listening to a Razorback (GO HOGS!!!) game on the radio and watching another college game on tv, he loves college football. It may be because I went to the first high school football game last night (GO CATS!!) It may be because we opened the windows this morning and turned off the ac. It may be because my dog wanted out so he could play and the last three weeks he has been stretched out on whatever cool surface he could find. I love fall. I love to see the leaves change. I am one of those people who will drive hundreds of miles to see changing leaves. When I married I knew that I wanted to get married outside, initially I wanted to get married in the fall on top of a mountain so the changing leaves would be the backdrop to the ceremony but the Lord had other plans (we got married on a mountain but in the spring, I will tell you the story of you ask me)
I like fall too because people start wearing sweaters and everyone looks a little bit more fluffy like me.
I never feel closer to the Lord than when I am on a mountain and there is a multitude of color before me. I mean who else can be than creative other than our Creator? I would to give you some spiritual reason why I feel that way, that we all need to slow time and rejuvenate so that we can be all He wants us to be. We all need to be pruned so that we can grow in the direction that He wants us to. None us are the same and God's family has all kinds and colors of people. To be honest I am just in awe of God at this time of year.
To be fair the verses (and song) about there is a time for everything reminds me of fall so...here are the verses and the song that Byrds made famous.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Byrds
Turn! Turn! Turn!
Words-adapted from The Bible, book of Ecclesiastes
Music-Pete Seeger
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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