About 5 years ago, the administrators at the university where I teach came up with a stellar idea: Let's give students and faculty a break during the fall right around mid-term time. Hence.....Fall Break! Starting today, I have a week off from teaching, and I am so in need of this little breather. I plan to just relax and do some organizing around the house and enjoy the fall. Now where are those Halloween and harvest decorations.....?
You might notice a new look to my blog today. This is a just a little taste of the changes to come next week....stay tuned.
One of my friends and fellow scrapbookers posted some thoughts yesterday on the power of song lyrics. Every time fall comes around, it brings to mind the great song, like "How Great Thou Art." To have the power and majesty and creativity to create and change the seasons......if that doesn't bring you to your knees, I'm not sure what will.
I have always loved a song by Nichole Nordeman, entitled "Every Season." It speaks of the different seasons and how everything has a season and how God can be seen in each of the seasons, if only we pay notice. Every time I listen to this song, my soul gets warm and I get goosebumps. Enjoy, and if you don't know the song, I highly recommend that you take a quick hop over to I-Tunes and give it a listen....it's a great dose of joy for only 99 cents....or maybe you can find it on Ruckus or SpiralFrog for free.....Savor these words:
Every evening sky, an invitation.....to trace the pattern stars
and early in July, a celebration...... for freedom that is ours
and I notice you in children's games, in those who watch them from the shade
every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer.
And even when the trees, have just surrendered to the harvest time
forfeiting their leaves in late September, and sending us inside,
still I notice you when change begins and I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks, for what has been and what's to come
You are autumn.
And everything in time, and under heaven finally falls asleep
wrapped in blankets white, all creation.....shivers underneath
and still I notice you, when branches crack and in my breath on frosted glass
even now in death, you open doors for life to enter,
You are winter.
And everything that's new, has bravely surfaced, teaching us to breathe
what was frozen through, is newly purposed, turning all things green,
So it is with you and how you make me new, with every season'ss change
and so it will be, as you are all.....create in me
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring.