Spring....no, Fall Cleaning!

Sometimes I feel so backwards. With the changes of the seasons, a newfound urge has come over me to go through all of my stuff and pack/unpack, redecorate, throw away, and clean. I just love Autumn! I noticed the other day that there is the faintest difference in the greens of the trees--the color change has begun! Joy and gratitude overtake me at this time of year; I love it. :) I feel as if the best of me is revealed. Perhaps the cleaning goes beyond just my belongings; perhaps I clean out myself as well, my thoughts, my emotions, my hurts and pains. I refocus myself.

Maybe that is why I like autumn so much. It is my new year, my new beginning.

Autumn begins with thoughts of to come

Just the other day I mentioned how I loved that it was 1140, crickets were still chirping, my windows were open and my house was not steaming. Last night, I wore socks to bed and turned on the space heaters! Only a few days have passed since the equinox, yet autumn seems to not be messing around. The lonely wind has been wailing these past few days, with a slight gloom trailing behind. The trees seem to be whispering secrets that I cannot understand. The hype of the harvest is filling the air as people prepare for . . . Halloween *shudder*. . . and Thanksgiving. That is the one thing I do not like about autumn--Halloween. Something about it bothers me, but those are details that I do not wish to enter into at the moment.

I look forward to this year's holidays, for they will be the last ones for a few years that are "normal" for me. My family is moving to another country due to business. That means a new language, a new life style, and the making of all new friends. This also means that I will be missing my family terribly at some point or another, and I know they will be missing their grandson/nephew very much as well. However, this is a good thing. I must focus on the positive. God never brings us to something that He cannot get us through. He will provide me the courage to get to know other people, as well as the strength to be away from those I love for so long. He has brought me so far; I could never manage without Him.

Failure of Imagination

I have often felt that I have a failure of imagination. As stated in previous posts, that is one reason I am trying to write--to get those creative juices flowing. I have started watching Joan of Arcadia again, this time from the beginning so the storyline actually makes sense. In one episode, God points out to her that He will tell us to do a very simple thing, but that we always make it more complex just by overthinking, usually about how we should do it. We can take instructions as simple as "I do not want this picture on the wall," and make it wrong. Of course our only options make us wonder if we are actually hearing God or if it is actually satan masquerading as God, and in reality all we had to do was pick it up and take it off the wall. We never had to destroy it would fall off the wall. We never had to ask someone to steal it so it would no longer be there. Simply *lift*.

It really is amazing how we take simple instructions and end up starting WW3 over them.