Seasons Change

And when she looked out of the window, she couldn't believe her eyes were already beholding the change of the leaves' colors. How was it already beginning to move into Autumn? Her ears still held the echo of her children's laughter from the edge of the lake; her skin still held its summer tan. But still, the earth seemed to move at a breakneck pace toward the season which displays so beautifully the glorious imagination of the ultimate Artist.

Seasons change...

And her youngest has trundled off already on a yellow bus to a new space, a new stage of life away from her mother. How can this new season of life have arrived so quickly? Certainly it was just yesterday that she gazed in amazement at her own white sequined reflection on the early morn of her wedding day. Surely the first sweet breath of her first newborn still lingered in the air somewhere... But now the three children, so big, so active, yet so closely resembling those infants she once cuddled, run around, sing, dance, and have their very own interests and friends and maturing talents.

How is it that the leaves change color so soon...so quickly?

And the pace does not slow, it seems. For now, as her children are in their new seasons, she finds herself also in her own. It is a season of stepping out, of moving forward. For her this is a season of deliberate response to the dreams that the Potter painted in her heart as He shaped her on His wheel. As the leaves are turning crimson, her heart recognizes a change of color also...from uncertainty and timid humility, to assuredness in the beckoning of His voice to move ahead with His plan. For He imprinted His plan before the beginning of time. He knows its beginning and end. He calls gently, saying "It's time, beloved. Step out..."

And He painted the crimson on the leaves to show her it was time.

The season is changing rapidly in front of her. She humbly knows she needs to boldly accept the invitation to dance. For this season is not for her, but for Him. He made within her all she needs to move ahead.

And with the curling of the colorful leaf's edge....she'll dance.