“…Be careful, be quiet, do not fear, and do not let your heart be faint…
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭7‬:‭4‬ ‭ESV

Of all the seasons, Fall feels most like either a resistance to or a gentle walk with open hearts and hands into new.

Fresh wind, fresh chances to let things die (finally) and wait for new after the coming Winter, uncertainty of hard and cold.

Waiting requires hope and hope never disappoints. An open heart, hands opened to let God handle what you’ve been clenching way too long.

The leaves are loosened from the trees, their dance is light and free, letting go with glee. There’s a metaphor here, a message for me maybe you, indeed.

Open hands, open heart, thriving souls.

I plant tiny and tender violas, the most fragile of petals and yet they survive the change, the wind, the cooler and brittle air.

Precious flowers, every year planted to sort of honor my grandmother and to tangibly decide to believe,

Hope won’t put me to shame.

Hope never disappoints.

Hope is soft, a demeanor of belief, whereas as dread, fear, speculation or defeat offer nothing at all,

only take and tie up our precious souls, leave us to decide we’re worthless, discarded, without hope.

Choose to hope.

“Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭23‬:‭18‬ ‭ESV‬‬