The Beauty of Fall

The Cross on an Egg.

Little Chapel in the Cedars.

What beauty we see as the weather turns cooler and the days grow shorter.
I really enjoying watching the seasons change. We have just enough of the leaves turning to remind us that they will soon fall to the ground. The slight shades or orange and red are pleasing to the eye. What comes next is hard for me. The naked trees are the saddest season for me. It is so like death. Somber and still. However, we know that this too shall pass and the green shades will soon enough return.
Just remember Romans 8:28. I have tried to think of that as we have gone through a difficult time this past week. Just an added trial on top of the other trials we have faced.

No matter what, we know that God is in control and He will win. We just have to figure out how to stay the course and allow Him to do what He needs to do in our life.
There again, I see the trees starting to turn and I realize He will bring them back to life after a season. So I have to believe He will see me through whatever I have to go through.
Just be still and know that He is God. Until next time I will focus on Romans 8:28 and the other scriptures that bring The Peace that Passes all Understanding.

Life gets in the way of The Peace that Passes All Understanding.

Life just seems to get in the way. It sneaks in and steals that perfect peace.

It has been so long since I posted. I think I will get it done every day of two but life happens and it wears me out.

When I last posted school was just getting started and I talked about the twenty-four year olds I have in my class who consume so much of my energy.

We have really become a family in this six-weeks that school has been in session. Where did that six-weeks go? They have learned to respect and love me and I have grown to love and respect them for who they are.

It always amazes me how God hand picks each child to be in my class. At the end of a school year I start praying that God will put the children in my next class that need to be there. I have learned that it is not always the child that needs me, it is sometimes me that needs that particular child.

I learned this lesson early on in my teaching career. The year my Dad was ill and died I had Moses in my class. I do believe he was an angel sent from God to minister to me to get me through a most difficult time in my life. This is when Romans 8:28 is very evident.

Moses was a most sweet Spirit. His smile melted my heart. He was a tiny 3 years old at the time but he had a mature wisdom about him. He started asking me about where my Daddy was. This was on his own, I had not mentioned my Dad to him. Every day he would ask about my Dad. He just seemed to be intrigued about him. He would say, “Do you live with your Dad?” “Where is your Dad?”, “How is your Dad?” God sent this little soul to minister to me to help me survive the death of my Dad.

God always sends the right thing into our life to help us through. Maybe it is His most Holy and High word that we read from the scriptures. Maybe it is a precious young Spirit He sends into our lives. Maybe it is a mission trip to Zambia. Maybe it is just a kind word from another person. Maybe He puts on our hearts to go to the Nursing Home to visit a dear sweet sister in Christ who is in her last days of life. Maybe it is a letter in the mail from your son who is in prison. Maybe it is just being thankful that you are able to deal with life as it happens.





Until next time may we have hope and hang on to the promises that God gives us.