Changes Are Coming

flying geeseA couple of weeks ago I was walking through the corn fields when a flock of geese honked their flight above me. About 30 wild geese dotted the sky with their familiar “V”. Heading south for warmer climes, they bid farewell to summer. A day or two later another flock called over my head, and now a daily goose gathering proceeds along the migration route over our house toward food, water,  and warmth.

I count the geese as they pass overhead. Most groups now range from 30-50 geese, each passing along the route marked by many generations of geese ago. My memory tells me that this migration is coming earlier this year than in years past. Noting the changing colors of the trees, I am certain that the geese have sped up the process this year. Usually the trees here don’t change for another month or more.

I don’t know what tells the geese to move along in larger and larger groups, but I do know the processes that change chlorophyll. I know colder nights, changes in sunlight, and leaves’ length of time on the branches all combine to mark the beginning of autumn. Some of the changes are scientific, and some of them are instinctual.

This is the year change begins in our home. Our older child is a Senior in high school. He has a job, attends college part-time, and does his own laundry. He has his own bank account and recently purchased some of his own clothing. This week we go to visit a college that interests him for next year.

I see the changes. I know what causes them. Some are scientific, and some are instinctual. The bigger question is not how or why the changes occur, but how will I react to them? Are the changes a call of goodbye to summer, or are they a happy hello to autumn?

I like cooler nights with open windows and chirping crickets. I enjoy the warm kitchen smells of pumpkin muffins and pots of soup. Wrapped in a warm, fuzzy sweater, I wrap my hands around a hot cup of peppermint tea and know that each change brings a certain continuity to the world.

Just like the generations of geese that migrated before, young men have always grown and gone away, only to return home next spring.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.” Ecc 3:1 ASV

Declaring Nude Day

Declaring Nude Day

Today is Thursday, Laundry Day. Most days of the week have a particular routine to them. Mondays I teach all day, Tuesdays I write, Saturdays I walk and relax, and Thursdays I do laundry. Recently I declared the family should have Nude Day, and they should have it most of the summer. I’m tired of washing clothes, drying clothes, folding clothes, putting away clothes, and then starting all over again. I never seem to finish. Honestly, I never will finish.

Police arrests aside, I really don’t think I would like Nude Day. I get cold too easily. I have fat in some places I don’t want you to see. And, truthfully, I don’t really want to see what you’ve got under your clothes, either! Clothes are a good thing, even though they are a lot of work.

God provided another set of clothes for each of us. Clothes that are Clorox clean and line-dried fresh. Clothes that hide all the ugly scars, stretch marks, and results of dark chocolate sinful disobedience. These are clothes that transform each of us from everyday people to gorgeous celebrities.

That’s what this site is all about. It is what I am about. It is what God wants us to be about. He wants us to peel off the clothes we were born into and replace them with the clothes he teaches us how to sew. It takes a long time, and the new clothes get soiled along the way. Sometimes stitches come loose, yarn unravels, and buttons fall off.

But we keep on going back, Laundry Day after Laundry Day. And God is always there by the washer with a pair of scissors and a spool of thread in his hands. He measures out how much grace-filled thread we need for mending, how many scoops of ultra-whitening detergent is required, and he carefully begins to teach us how to do the laundry.

I guess Laundry Day isn’t a bad thing after all.

“And that means killing off everything connected with that way of death: sexual promiscuity, impurity, lust, doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it, and grabbing whatever attracts your fancy. That’s a life shaped by things and feelings instead of by God. It’s because of this kind of thing that God is about to explode in anger. It wasn’t long ago that you were doing all that stuff and not knowing any better. But you know better now, so make sure it’s all gone for good: bad temper, irritability, meanness, profanity, dirty talk.

“Don’t lie to one another. You’re done with that old life. It’s like a filthy set of ill-fitting clothes you’ve stripped off and put in the fire. Now you’re dressed in a new wardrobe. Every item of your new way of life is custom made by the Creator, with his label on it. All the old fashions are now obsolete. . . .

“So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.” Colossians 3The Message

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