a morning for acoustic guitars and indie lyrics that soothe the soul with a caress.
i feel like i'm sinking more and more into Ecclesiastes
there is a time...a time...
what is this time?
i know this is the time for new beginnings. the time where earth must die for newness to be born.
autumn is the fade. winter is the rest.
unless a seed falls into the ground and dies, it cannot bear much fruit.
i think we forget that. we focus on the brightness and rejoice. but when the fade comes, prelude to the rest, we groan.
but there is beauty in the fade. beauty in the rest.
the sun is not going away. it never leaves us. it just takes a moment to slip behind the clouds. the light does not go out, it merely changes for a time.
only for a time.
do we forget this passing of time? winter is not forever.
it is not a White Witch curse.
it comes and goes.
it has a time.
this is why i cannot curse or begrudge any season. each one is a cloak of beauty for this earth in which we dwell, a sign of Love's fingers.
He died for life.
a step from Throne to earth. a Life given for life to be made new. there is a time for everything.
He did not stay below the earth. He rose. He returned. He lives still.
this glorious conundrum that is my Jesus.
this season is passing.
this time of autumn is caressing, this time of winter is swift aproaching.
there is a time for everything...