Why can’t I put away my pumpkins? That’s what I’m asking myself today. Is it because it still looks and feels like fall? Fall is my favorite season, after all. There are still leaves on some of the trees as I write this and the weather is mild. Maybe I need snow to push me past my procrastinating and into parting with my pumpkins and gourds and Indian corn?
It is December after all, I should be decorating for Christmas, right? But I can’t until I let go of all my familiar fall things that I’ve gotten used to over the past couple of months. Perhaps my procrastination is less about parting with my pumpkins and more about protesting the passage of time. I am not ready for another season, I am still enjoying this one. Why doesn’t time ever ask my permission before passing on? I am not prepared. I am not ready. Still . . .
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to keep and a time to throw away,” (Ecclesiastes 3:1,6)
“He (God) has made everything beautiful in its time.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Time for me to let go and get going; after all, I have to catch up with Time, but couldn’t she slow down just a little?
sincerely, Grace Day