|Hey! Anybody in there? It's cold out here! |
Look who came to visit. Mr. Snail showed up after that cold front blew
through Monday. The way he craned his neck as if to peep through the patio
door, I wouldn't have been surprised to hear a tap on the glass. I can't say
that I blame him for seeking for refuge. That thunder storm got my attention,
But even in the chilly aftermath, he didn't belong in our house. (Timmy and
Max would have batted him around like a hockey puck.) So I snapped a few
pictures and relocated him to the flower bed where I hope he went wherever
snails go in cold weather and curled up in that beautiful shell.
As often happens after a major storm, the rest of the week has been glorious
with autumn-blue skies and crisp temperatures. I enjoy the changing
seasons, but I much prefer for them to ease in quietly. One morning soon, we'll
awaken to find that Jack Frost passed through in the night and painted the
leaves brilliant reds and golds. That’s the way I like my changes to happen.
There have been times when my life has shifted dramatically. Like Mr. Snail, as
I tried to get my bearings, I knocked on some wrong doors or hung around places
totally inappropriate for me. But fortunately, someone or something always came
along to help me get back on track.
Now when I sense a change is coming, I try to remember to ask God to open His
doors and to shut the ones that are wrong for me. I look back to the times I've waited for Him and how He guided me, even out of my mistakes. I’ve
grown through the process and, overall, feel blessed beyond anything I expected.
Wherever you find yourself today, I pray you will have the patience to
wait for God’s best, the understanding to recognize it when it comes and the
courage to embrace it completely.
in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.
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Labels: Autumn, Change, Snails