When I moved here I thought that maybe I would lose the rhythm of the seasons entirely. But I have been here for years, and I have noticed that a pattern of seasons all its own emerged anyway. Fall here means something a bit different than what I grew up with. It means sowing the winter rye if you have lawn, and buying flowers you can't grow in summer.....There is a rhythm, really, to the whole universe wherever we are, we carry it with us. It's a part of Gods grand design. There is a steadiness to dawn and dusk, summer and winter......reassurance that all will go on as it has before.
Since I started having a regular morning prayer time, I have noticed a pattern emerge within myself. It feels steady, and right.....it's as if I am mirroring the bigger pattern that is happening all around me. It's a way of setting things right in my own world, or rather, laying everything at God's feet once again, my small offering of praise.
|Tlaquepaque Chapel, Sedona Arizona|
He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8