Fall has come this far south! Oh, it is delicious on the porch, in the dark, the cats chasing crunchy leaves that drift down. Crickets sing low, and for some reason the pond gurgling seems louder. The scents are wet and earthy, brought by the breezes that stray from the tops of the trees and pass along the porch. I have on a sweater and a throw around my shoulders. No bare-footin’ this morning.
By now you know that the tropical storm Karen was a non-event. I’m grateful for that, myself, and for the rain we received. All is well, and all is well, and all manner of things shall be well, as Saint Julian said.
I happened upon a plague this morning, tucked behind some stuff–I have so much stuff stuck behind stuff–given to me by dear Oklahoma friend, Sarah. I had not hung it up since we moved here, but shall today. It reads: “Faith is not believing that God can, but that He will.” Quite suddenly, as sometimes happens, the truth of that sunk in. As I go about facing daily life today, I’ll remind myself that He will.
God bless us all!