Did You Know that It’s Fall?
The leaves are slowly falling, slowly changing, and I’m realizing that this autumn season makes me think that other things will change, that autumn is the best metaphor and I want to see all the pretty colors cover my world like a postcard.
But life is not a postcard.
–this is profound, I know.
Can the changing not be left to leaves and temperature, but used for life itself?
–Life doesn’t follow nature’s seasons.
Still, if I’m thinking about my life changing, what would I want to change?
I could list these things, but what is the purpose in listing what I want? Then, I would just be like my children who, without a thought, impulsively speak their desires.
Now, here’s a story:
I’ve been making my kids say, “There is no lack in this house.” I tell them to repeat, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”
Because they are always (*okay, not ALWAYS. Just a lot of the time) bickering over petty things like [whining-ly] “Can I stir the eggs?!!!!” “No me!!” “NO! I WANT TO STIR THE EGGS!!!”
Sometimes I get frustrated and banish everyone from the kitchen. But, more recently, I have begun saying to my children, “Guys. Everyone can stir the eggs. There’s no end to the stirring.” This is when I make them repeat, “There is no lack in this house. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”
My kids act like only one person can stir the bowl of soon-to-be-scrambled eggs when actually, the eggs only get better with each subsequent stir.
“There is no lack in this house,” I say.
is the Lord my shepherd? Shall I not want?
It’s a gift, the unwanting.
A completely miraculous, amazing, wonderful thing, to have a shepherd and to see the world in abundance.
But we shun the shepherd’s abundance. Somehow, we think we know better.
Us adults, we’re supposed to have it all together. We’re supposed to speak well and calmly. We’re supposed to be able to let our kids learn, to let them figure things out, to cherish all the moments naturally. We’re supposed to be able to put together a blog post that makes some kind of sense. We’re supposed to have something to add to the world besides our ramblings.
But ramblings like this, these are the looks of a beginning, like those deciduous trees.
This may be my favorite word: deciduous. Those trees and shrubs who, every year, shed their leaves and go bare-branched into the winter.
But trees are supposed to have leaves, right?
And I’m supposed to have a conclusion.
Soon, the trees will be cold and covered in snow.
We’re sitting on something.
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I love it, Sara!