In all
thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. (Proverbs 3:6)
Fall is upon us. What does that mean
for you? Is it a nice, new season with its own traditions, priorities, and enjoyment?
Is it a time of closing down and preparation for winter? It is harvest time? Is
it time to gear up for school? To buckle down to studies or work? Are you ready?
Do you have your pumpkin spice? Your sweaters? Your hoodies? Have you gotten
apple cider yet? What are your goals for between now and Christmas?
Like so much else since last March,
this fall is being both familiar and strange for me. Over the past five years,
I’ve torn plants out of the garden (which was maybe half the size it is now or
left them until spring. I’ve started tear plants out. Today’s victims were some
marigolds and some turnips. There are more of both. Too many marigolds, and
none of them the dwarf variety. (Note to self.) But the focus is harvesting
rather than just tearing out. There are a couple handfuls of marigold flowers
in the kitchen, waiting for research to be done about whether and how to
preserve them. Fennel and echinacea seed heads, and some onions are in the
garage drying/curing. It feels strange to be bothering with these things, but I’m
finding that it feels right, too. I’m collecting free supplies and I’m
following a cycle that brings me back to reality.
There’s
another part of me, of course. It screams, “Hurry up!” I look around in anxiety.
How am I going to get ready? How can I possibly do all I need to do? OK, let’s
start cleaning up and packing! Except, well, I can’t load up the truck yet. Why
risk stuff getting stolen, or damaged if I get in an accident? No, it won’t do
to pack yet. Besides, I might want to use that, and that, and this before I
leave. Hurry up! Not yet! (HU!NY!)
In the midst of the HU! of the season,
I’m trying to build in unhurried cyclical stuff. I’m not just ripping the
fennel out. I’m taking time each day to find the seed heads that are ready for
harvest. I’m saying NY! Yes, there is a straight line forward, and I hear the HU!
of it. But I’m trying to listen to the NY! as well.
With
God, time seems to be both linear and cyclical. There is both HU! and NY! There
is room for ritual and tradition within the march. God’s ways include stopping
to smell the flowers, but not building cathedrals among them. NY! gives us time
to acknowledge God. It gives us time to understand the directions He has given
us. There are times when He’ll say “HU!” but I suspect there are more times
that He says, “NY!” And it’s in the times when we’re struggling between the two
that we need most to seek His direction.
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