Summer is slowly fading away and today the fade was highlighted by rain. Summer is always nice; however, it is always nice to get back to school and back to a regular schedule. I am excited about the possibility of the next few months but not just because of school.
It kinda seems like a 'season' of our church is fading away. Fading not in a bad way, but in the way that has to be for a new season to begin. I am so excited about the 'newness' that seems to be budding up all around us. It almost seems out of place to use spring analogies as fall closes in.
In September we will be starting a new children’s ministry at our church. I find myself wanting at least another three ‘summer’ months to give myself completely to our new endeavor. I find myself with too many ideas for too little time!
Last night we had an incredible service. After choir practice I walked into the prayer room and noticed a difference in Bro. Holley’s prayer. It is funny how you get to ‘know’ someone’s spirit. It is almost as if everyone of us seem to have our own unique gift of the Holy Ghost.
Like my previous pastor, I didn’t know what he was praying for but I recognized he was burdened with something. I started saying to God, “I don’t know what he is praying, or what burden it is, but let me help carry it.” When talking after service it seemed that many others did the same.
It wasn’t but a few moments into the service when God began to move. Life Tabernacle stretched herself upward and God’s hand brought us to another level before the conclusion of the service. It was a fantastic service that ended with much rejoicing.
I am excited… excited about the future, excited about what is to come, excited about the Harvest!
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Seasons
For anyone who lives in North Texas you know that we have two times of year: Hot and not too hot. If we get anything else, it is not only rare but a welcome change. This year has been different. This year we have had a somewhat ‘normal’ (for the rest of the world) year as far as seasons go.
I remember all the snow at the beginning of the year because my father loved the snow. He loved all things winter. Whenever it snowed it was my father who wanted to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and find a hill to sled. The snow and ice reminded me of him so much. It also made me think of my grandmother, who also loved the snow. She forever wanted snow angels in her yard. I think more because it meant children had been there than any other reason.
Then came spring and rain. I will never forget the rains of this year because they also seemed to be effecting me in a personal way. Usually our spring is so warm that my parent’s pool is opened in March. It was cool and wet this year- too wet to open the pool that still has not been opened.
My mother went into the hospital shortly before most of the wet weather started. There were a number of days that would I come home from the hospital and there would be rain everywhere. I remember one day in particular because I had to drive slowly and find a different route than normal.
It rained the entire day before she died. Two weeks following her death, the river swelled and the city flooded like it did when I was a young child. Although I spent that week out of town, I remember feeling flooded also.
Now it is fall. The air is cooler in the mornings and yesterday I was tempted to leave my window open as I slept. Fall makes me think of open windows with curtains dancing in the breeze. Soon I will replace the setting on my table top with the Capricorn that my mother bought me a few years ago. The slide to winter will begin again.
I wonder why our years start and end in winter? The year begins with a burst of cold, harsh wind and ends the same. Why? O well…this new winter will be, if nothing else, interesting to say the very least.
I remember all the snow at the beginning of the year because my father loved the snow. He loved all things winter. Whenever it snowed it was my father who wanted to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and find a hill to sled. The snow and ice reminded me of him so much. It also made me think of my grandmother, who also loved the snow. She forever wanted snow angels in her yard. I think more because it meant children had been there than any other reason.
Then came spring and rain. I will never forget the rains of this year because they also seemed to be effecting me in a personal way. Usually our spring is so warm that my parent’s pool is opened in March. It was cool and wet this year- too wet to open the pool that still has not been opened.
My mother went into the hospital shortly before most of the wet weather started. There were a number of days that would I come home from the hospital and there would be rain everywhere. I remember one day in particular because I had to drive slowly and find a different route than normal.
It rained the entire day before she died. Two weeks following her death, the river swelled and the city flooded like it did when I was a young child. Although I spent that week out of town, I remember feeling flooded also.
Now it is fall. The air is cooler in the mornings and yesterday I was tempted to leave my window open as I slept. Fall makes me think of open windows with curtains dancing in the breeze. Soon I will replace the setting on my table top with the Capricorn that my mother bought me a few years ago. The slide to winter will begin again.
I wonder why our years start and end in winter? The year begins with a burst of cold, harsh wind and ends the same. Why? O well…this new winter will be, if nothing else, interesting to say the very least.
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