A Change of Seasons

At the end of a few days off, I sit on the back porch, early in the morning, marvelling at change of weather.

Yesterday, it was sunny and in the 90’s.  Last night, there were loud, vivid thunderstorms that dropped almost 2 inches of rain.  This morning, the cold, wet fog is being torn apart by a northern wind and peaks of sunshine.  It feels like football.

The garden, now taken over by nature, reminds me of spring, and how long ago that feels.

The world, poised on World War III, and all I care about is the Georgia-Clemson game.

34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

It has been a long, long time since I felt this comfortable.  Believing in Jesus, trusting in God, staying grounded in Literature, especially the Scripture, has paid dividends, I couldn’t have believed unless I had lived it.  Reading the Scripture is like knowing the future, and using unlikely weapons like a cup of water or turning the other cheek is AMAZING because it works!