I discovered this journal entry from September yesterday.
Take a moment to enjoy my overzealous imagery and (most importantly) focus on
what is truly essential for your walk.
Absolutely nothing compares to the poetry of a late
afternoon in September. The sunlight pushes through the leaves to hover gently
within the small, cloudy ground-plants. Swarms of gnats find soothing warmth in
the middle of the slices of sun as they spin and twirl and dance to the sound
of absolutely nothing.
This sound is made up of faraway birds: crows making
mournful statements, overachieving geese beginning their long journey, and even
the occasional droning, buzzing, grating sound of a cicada, singing its life
song. Squirrels squabble over mysterious petty offenses and can often be heard
trying to squeak their teeth through a still-green hickory husk.
The smells that fill the air are warmed from a summer full
of sun. A deep, complex, woody smell comes from bark that has reached maturity.
The magic of this time cannot be called summer or autumn, but simply an
in-between season. It is not still the vivacious era of work and frolic and not
yet the serious, romantic time of drawing together what is most important in
preparation for the harsh weather ahead.
It is in this time, dearest reader, that one can feel
blissfully or irritably suspended in absolutely nothing, unsure of which duties
to carry out. In the season between what was and what may be, there is only one
thing to do.
Make it your utmost purpose to do absolutely nothing but
praise the Lord.
He is the one who fashioned the exciting and vivid summer
season, with all of its ups and downs. He is the one who holds the definition
of the future in a secret, safe place.
Jesus is the one who died so that you could live. In every
season, prove to Him that you are thankful for his unrepayable gift. Live your
life with His best interests in mind and He will make your worries and fears absolutely nothing.
