September 21, 2014 by Beth Hess
But the days are shorter, and the cotton fields are blooming their fluffy white. Summer is having her last dance.
Oh, how my heart longs for a real and true change of the season. For a reprieve from the heat. From the heavy. For the refreshment of a crisp breeze. The satisfaction of a harvest.
The leaves begin to fall, and the wind gives them flight. They swirl along the sidewalk. They dance. And shimmer. And look alive.
Until they settle back in their original positions.
And I know that feeling.
Another lap around the same circle. The finish line the same as the start. Did I miss an exit ramp along the way? Did I refuse to take it? Because when I’m rushing round and round, it can feel like living. Until the repetition becomes dizzying. And deflating.
The liar speaks over me: “All your movement is pointless. You aren’t getting anywhere.”
But Grace, she wonders, if what feels like spinning is really a stirring. A growing restlessness against the sameness. A folding together of grace and faith. A strengthening of energy for a new direction. A building of momentum. A turning over of my spirit’s soil. An aeration of my soul.
Because I am stirred. But not shaken.
The mountains may be shaken and the hills removed. Yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed, says the Lord. (Isaiah 54:10)
His love is the path beneath me. And the banner over me. And the shield before me. And the guard behind.
So as the changing of the season tiptoes my way. As it lingers longer than I wish it would. My footing is secure. Even if the path is circular.
Because on the breeze, I hear it coming. In my soul, I feel it stirring.
A new song. A ripening field.
A day of harvest is near.
I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading.
Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.