Recognizing the Season You Are In
“Fall has arrived,” says the weatherman. Leaves are beginning to turn brown, golden and red, then gently fall silent to the ground creating a patchwork of color to blanket seeds already in place for next spring.
I look in the mirror, aglow with morning light, at the girl in an older woman’s skin. The hand, looking more like my mother’s each day, brushes up the neck to cheek trying to return the covering for my soul, now lined with stories made in the sun and time, to its original position. Fall has arrived for me as well.
I think of friends who have moved to new cities, and some who have moved on to other circles of friends and to those who now live in their heavenly home. I think of a friend from high school with whom I have recently reconnected, and the one from my previous place of employment – timeless beauties inside and out.
We all are praying and speaking life into the next generation. Planting seeds in our children and grandchildren, my friends and I, then blanketing them with prayer. We know the season, it is Fall for us. And the seeds we plant are for next season – for the generations to come. Perhaps our seeds will bring forth a mighty harvest. Perhaps our seeds will be the ones who survive a drought, or hard winter. Perhaps they will be the seeds that lead their generation in trusting the Lord.
And, Father in Heaven, Let us plant seeds in them that know how to plant seeds in the generation that comes after them.
For he issued his laws to Jacob;
He gave his instructions to Israel.
He commanded our ancestors
to teach them to their children,
so the next generation might know them—
even the children not yet born—
and they in turn will teach their own children.
So each generation should set its hope anew on God,
not forgetting his glorious miracles
and obeying his commands. (Psalms 78:5-7 NLT)