This morning the pond was a reflection of change. The soft pastels of low-hanging clouds mixed with a sky that was just awakening and not fully lit to reveal the rust colored trees of fall along the water's edge. I noticed more of the bare branches and tree trunks this morning and many leaves now floated on the water's surface. The peak of color is clearly past and we are headed toward winter like a stick moves toward the edge of a waterfall. Winter is a trying time, with short frigid days, gray skies and forests almost stripped of color (except for the encouraging pines). It occurred to me that change is constant. There is the daily change of night moving to day and back again. There is the seasonal change we are experiencing continually, and that is marked by highlights like foliage and frost. And there is the change we move through in our lives as our days pass. The Lord has built rhythm, seasonality and progression into our lives too. We were not fashioned to stay in one place or remain in a static condition. Change comes to us as we grow up and then grow old and change in our lives can be as unsettling as fall headed for winter. That is why we are so grateful to know the One who doesn't change! The Lord of life walks with us, and in us, through the continual change that marks our lives. He sees the beginning from the end for us and carries us to the new places we must go.
Psalm 23:6 Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever.