It's fall. Again. And it's all too familiar for me.
I can't tell you how many Iowa falls I have lived (well, maybe I can - I just don't want to do the math). And each year...the same feelings are evoked by the same cool, brisk air. The same darkening skies. The same desires to run again. It IS cross country season, right? The same fleeting memories of marching band. The same, the same, the same.
And you know what? It's not supposed to be "the same" anymore. My heart longs for change...I guess I was called to be a missionary. It's clear to me that I'm ready. Ready to take the next step and create new familiarities...a fresh "same thing."
But, first things first. God wants me to experience another Iowa fall...and, like anything, I ought to embrace it with thanksgiving. Because all too soon - the "all too familiar" - will be a bajillion miles away. And I'll be missing it.
Fall Flower: Captured October 2008
