Length of days diminishes as the year journeys on. The sun
shines from a sky dappled with white clouds, but its warmth wanes. A gentle
breeze teases the branches of the rowan outside the window, heavy-laden with
darkening berries.
The little plum tree continues to ripen a harvest of
delicious fruit. Apples swell in their last weeks before picking. Three pumpkins,
still a deep green, grow in my pumpkin patch – a first time for everything.
After picking and processing strawberries, raspberries,
rhubarb, cherries, black and red currants, brambles, and courgettes, I am
beginning to flag. The cupboards are filling with jams. The freezer is filling
with unprocessed fruit for the winter.
We are rich. I am so aware as I write these words that other
places are dry and desiccated, barren and brown. We are blessed, and so I will
continue to pick and cook and store up for the winter, whatever I find,
whatever I grow.
May I be as diligent in my spiritual life, nurturing a deeper
faith by regular watering and feeding on God’s words, opening myself to the Son
and yielding myself to the Gardener who trains and prunes. In this season of
change, may I rest in the assurance of God’s unchanging love.
May I live without fear of the approaching winter.
Peace I leave with you, Jesus promised. Don’t let your
hearts be troubled. Don’t be afraid. Remain in his peace. By his grace in his
peace. Thank you, Lord.
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