Some Things Never Change

Fall is officially here! Welcome cooler weather and changing leaves, flannel shirts and frosty eves! I’ll take it all over the soggy, sultry summer we have had here in Virginia.

Even though my husband detests the cold weather, he is ready to put away his garden tools. It has not been a good summer for our vegetable garden. His tomatoes, in particular, have suffered from all sorts of disease and pests this summer, likely caused by all the damp weather.

I am grateful that I live in an area where I experience a variety of seasons, fall being my favorite one. I don’t think I would like living anywhere that has the same climate year-round. I would miss the emerging buds in March and the arrival of migrating songbirds and hummingbirds in April and May. I would miss listening for the first peepers, crickets and cicadas in the early summer months. And call me crazy, but I would miss the first feathery frost in October, and the first snow flurries around Thanksgiving.

In this ever-changing world, is there anything that remains the same?

Yes, there is! There is one truth that will never change:

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13:8‬

No matter what life throws my way, I am confident in the steadfast love of Jesus, who was, is, and ever will be — my unchanging Savior.

Time and Space

Despite all the crazy weather forecasts from a week ago, I didn’t buy into the hype about a big snowstorm coming our way. Yesterday was certainly brisk, with a few snowflakes thrown in, but we didn’t need to break out the shovels.

I have a very short drive to work each day, and my route takes me down a single lane, unpaved road. Even though there are townhomes springing up all around the edges of our neighborhood, this one little road allows me a brief drive through the countryside each day. I drive slowly because there are usually deer grazing in the tall grass on the shoulders, and their movement can be unpredictable. I’ve had a few close calls at night!

There are several older farmhouses tucked in along the road from an era gone by. Their gravel driveways and overgrown hedges stand in stark contrast to the perfectly manicured lawns on the next street over. But this time of year their yards come to life with flower bulbs that were likely planted generations ago. One sunny morning I stopped my car and leaned out the window to take a photo of some beautiful daffodils (pictured above). I sat quietly for a few moments before another car appeared in my rear view mirror. It was time to move on.

It is during such brief moments that I find myself increasingly longing for a quiet place in the country where I can sip my morning coffee and marvel at God’s creation. My favorite thing to do is watch the variety of birds visiting our feeders and birdhouses and listen to their beautiful songs.

At this stage in life, I know a quieter time is not far away. The trick now is finding a way to incorporate more of these moments into my everyday life. I will look forward to sharing these special times with you. 😊