Transitions

Fall is my favorite season.  It always has been.  As a child, I loved school and so fall always meant the start of a new school year. That excitement has never gone away for me.   A new beginning.  A fresh start.  I love the colors of fall and I missed the beautiful, brilliant colors of the PNW autumn while I was in Casper.  We have enjoyed a gorgeous fall this year and so I'm feeling particularly thankful.  

Tonight I'm sitting in the comfort of my living room, curled up in my favorite chair, wrapped up in a blanket, listening to the wind and the rain outside.  There is a wild storm brewing outside.  The second big storm of the season.  The second time that high winds are sending the brilliantly colored leaves swirling through the air, tumbling about wildly here and there, landing them randomly on the ground.  We are quickly transitioning from fall to winter. Soon the leaves will be gone; the trees will be bare.

It's the cycle of life.  Unless the trees lose their leaves each year, new buds aren't able to appear, and new birth can't burst forth with the green of spring.  It's the way God planned things.  Transitions bring change.  Transitions birth new life.

I'm in transition.  It's lasted nearly a year now - a long time to be in transition.  I feel a little bit like those brilliantly colored fall leaves right now - swirling about in the ruach (breath or wind) of the Holy Spirit. But because it's God, I know it's not random and I know that He's in charge.  I know that wherever I land, it will be where God intends me to be.  I am filled with anticipation for the new thing God is preparing to birth in me.  I'm filled with hope and excitement for a potential pastoral call that I feel led to.  I feel His presence in my life in a powerful way and am in awe of His faithfulness. 

I'm excited!  I sense a new beginning is ahead!  Praise Be to God!