The top of the Hoosier in the kitchen joins the house in the changing of seasons.
It holds the slate with my word on it, surrounded by sundries that border on clutter.
Last year fall looked like this. Changing like that $3 porch chair. Always changing. I love how a friend commented, I love how you change that porch chair with the seasons. Change is good and makes us vulnerable. Wise words.
Some things stay the same, like the fall mugs.
I’m drinking from mine as I type these words and prepare to enter the fray. It’s my favorite time of early morning, when I wish the day would freeze, but, alas, the clock ticks on and Monday looms large ahead of me.
Are those raindrops I hear?
Are those footsteps coming down the stairs?
It’s time for me to stop writing and start embracing what is to come today, remembering to Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Remember that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the master you are serving is Christ. Colossians 3:23,24. Wise words.