The End of the Beginning

IMG_5325lake autumn reflect


As summer ends I watch the exchange of green to gold and orange and red with mixed feeling. Autumn is probably my favourite season, partly because of the bitter-sweetness of it. I feel a need to grab every moment and soak in the colour craziness before the monotone of winter descends

Old age can be a time of bitter-sweet beauty as well. I’ve watched some elderly people fade into bitter grey resentment and I’ve watched some press on in colourful joyful hope. It’s a choice often made in the spring.


It is you, not I, who have been carried from before you were born.
        Indeed, when you were still in the womb, I was taking care of you.
     And when you are old, I will still be there, carrying you.
        When your limbs grow tired, your eyes are weak,
    And your hair a silvery gray, I will carry you as I always have.
        I will carry you and save you.

(Isaiah 46:3,4)

4 thoughts on “The End of the Beginning

  1. This old Beatrix is 57. I told my daughter this morning that even though I have been through quite a bit physically,emotionally and spiritually I love this precious life that the Creator gave life to. And someday when I pass from this life on planet earth to go home to be with my heavenly Father, I would like the people that remain here to rember me as a happy person,with laughter and full of joy.


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