The Scots have a great word for today’s weather: dreich.
Everything is dripping, and the mist kisses the earth, enveloping the landscape
in a damp embrace. Outside my prayer window, I drink in the colours of the
season: russets and oranges, golds and browns and fading greens of all shades.
But now I have moved to another chair, and outside the
kitchen window I see the Japanese rowan tree on which dangle two or three
bird-feeders. This understated tree hangs heavy with pale pink translucent
berries. Delicate and light, verging on creamy white, they are not a colour
usually associated with autumn.
Every season of life carries inherent cultural expectations.
But we are called to conform not to the expectations of the world, but to the
call of God on our life.
May I never be constrained into a template designed by my
culture or tribe, but instead live large and free as the individual God created
me to be. Today may I use the gifts God has given me for his glory, free to
express myself however I wish.
‘Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but
be transformed by the renewing of your mind.’
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