Sounds of the season….

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. – Genesis 8:22

 

Yesterday morning, my husband and I spent the whole morning outside working on putting a coat of stain on our front porch deck posts and railings. It was a sunny warm day, but it didn’t take me long to notice the changes in my surroundings.

Gone were the early morning songs of the songbirds. Even though the sun was hot, the occasional breeze had a hint of coolness that hadn’t been there before.

Instead of songbirds chirping, several Blue Jays chattered back and forth at each other in the nearby trees. A flock of crows flew over, squawking and flapping their wings. The only other noises in the quiet were the sounds of crickets, and the occasional buzz of a honey bee—looking for that last little bit of pollen.

I also noticed our resident geese were out doing their ‘driver’s training’ maneuvers. My husband and I have called it that for years, and it’s a traditional sound heard every year about this time. We call it that because the older geese take the young ones out and they fly around for a time—building up strength in their wings and learning how to fly in formation and follow the leader.

GeeseA short time later, I heard another sound in the distance and raised my head to see a flock of Canadian Geese flying over in their traditional V-formation. They were coming from the north, and I tried to count as even more flew over. When they’d all come in, it appeared between seventy-five and a hundred had flown over in a short period of time, landing on the nearby ponds. I knew they’d spend some time resting their weary wings here before flying south either later that day or the following day.

Seasons come and they go.

I’m at a new season in my life too. I retired two months ago. Oh, I’m still writing books, but my days of going to work every day have finally come to an end.

After working at various full-time jobs for the past forty plus years, it’s been a change to not have that regular schedule to keep—yet I’ve enjoyed it immensely. If I want to take an extra half hour at the breakfast table in the morning, I can. I’m able to start a big job late in the afternoon, knowing I can finish it the next day. There’s no rush.

But time is passing—much too quickly for my liking. My youngest grand-baby just started Kindergarten this year. Doesn’t seem possible.

In this later season of my life I have learned one thing though. Each day is precious. Take the time to spend it wisely, and let those you love know how you feel about them. Spend as much time with them that you are able.

And wake up each morning with the knowledge that each day is a gift from God. Don’t waste it.

May God bless you in all your seasons,

Ruth Kyser

 

Ruth Kyser is an author of Christian Fiction. You can find out more about her books at: More about Ruth Kyser’s books

 

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