SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit ...
Keats' Ode to Autumn
Keats' Ode to Autumn
Father God;
We thank you for the seasons in our life. You say that there is a season for everything - a time to mourn and a time to rejoice, a time to plant and a time to harvest, a time to laugh and a time to cry. Help us to live in that truth!
Each of us are in a specific season right now - for some it's a time of great and abundant blessing - of fruitfulness and harvest - for others it's as if we are out of sync with the natural seasons and we are in a time of drought and barreness - but still - in all circumstances- we want to praise You.
Help us to turn to You today -not only with requests - but also with hearts that are over brimming with thankfulness for Your presence in our lives.
Thank You that Your hand is forever on us; and Your plans are always good.
Amen
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