I love seeing the trees turn into a magnificent explosion of color. I love hearing the fallen leaves sweep across the pavement as they're blown and tossed in the wind. I love the cool breezes and warm sunshine. I love the smell of fall.
I love fall.
Fall means sleeping with the windows open. Fall means barn dances. Fall means pies and warm drinks.
Fall also means the semester is halfway over.
If I allow myself to dwell on that fact for a little too long, I have moments of panic. The list of spring courses came out yesterday, and course selection is coming up. Of course I haven't even opened the website. Study abroad applications are due in two months. Haven't started that application yet. Plane tickets to Colombia aren't getting cheaper... should probably get on that.
And time keeps ticking... it doesn't feel like it simply passes on by... it rushes and surges through us.
In the midst of busyness and to-do lists, it's hard to find rest in God's presence. It's easy to get discouraged. It's easy to fall into simply going through the motions. It's easy to focus on my mistakes and shortcomings.
A good friend of mine sent me this today:
It's as if you're an instrument, Viviana, and God is the conductor. You have the opportunity to play a variety of selections, and as long as you continue to follow God's guidance, you won't even notice the occasional missed beat. The mistakes will blend in with those around you who are making music with God as their conductor, and it will all become a beautiful chorus of praise.
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