Scribbling out "When Seasons Change" today...
I stand and watch him from the back window. Slowly he walks toward me, long lanky limbs stepping surely home.
We are in the middle of the change now. The seasons have turned for our son, our oldest... a man emerging from the soft roundness of the baby we adored.
We watch in wonder as God reveals the man He is making from such tender beginnings. The spring of his life was filled with closeness, quietness, caution. Chubby hands grabbing mine, never wandering far.
And now, as he transitions to summer, the strength that wells up in him takes my breath away. I defer to his strong hands daily for work around the farm. I hear the strength in his voice when he talks about what he believes.
Yes, I confess, in moments I mourn the soft snuggles, the you-are-my-favorite-person-in-the-whole-world vows. But watching the birth of this man brings me such joy and hope.
"... in quietness and trust is your strength ..."
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Until next time... seek joy in your journey, friends...