From the window I watched a cloud-like gathering of mist rising up. I could see it drift and sort of fade and then it was evident again, dancing in an upward slow swirl and sway.
The breeze had gathered together it seemed, what was left of the misting rain and it wasn’t collected in anything that could contain it, just danced a bit and then disappeared.
Mystery, in a way.
The seasons, a metaphor maybe God uses to lead us, redirection or reinvention.
The gray rain sky changed to fog and mist and then later the sun landed on the daisies next to the sill.
The day changed.
Crisp, it called and my granddaughter and I went.
I watched the big brown leaves layered on the soft path and then their unlayering, leaning and lifting together with the notice of afternoon’s wind.
We talked about God making things, not sure what else.
We must’ve been listening.
Now today has delivered Autumn, the shift of season made the sky more transparent yesterday late evening.
Seemed that way. Translucent from my perspective.
It may be me.
Believing clarity is cusping.
No longer bold breaking through just responding to pending invitation.
Change, no longer resisted at all.
Direction? Now just a calm consideration of truth not fully revealed.
Shoes on my feet and my arms drawn in tight acknowledging the change.
Embrace the shift, the change, the lack of understanding of everything. Your path will be directed. Look and listen.
You will see.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.”
Proverbs 3:5-6 ESV