A prayer for a new season, written by Renee Davis, read by Alyssa Forsberg. Those who sew with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out

weeping, carrying seat to sew, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.

Psalm 126, 5 through 6.

It's early, just after dawn.

I plunged my spade into the blackest of soil and grin as I hear that rowdy rooster from down the lane.

He sounds extra energized this morning. Perhaps it's a slight nip in the air. I hold my seemingly meaker seeds and smile, pondering

their potential and the transformation they'll undergo. I ready them for their slumber, covering them with their blanket of darkness.

I tuck them in tight as a cool hint of anticipation dances on the breeze, softly brushing

my ponytail aside, reminding me the change of the season is here, autumn.

The season of transition, nudging us from a summer that was most likely too hot for many of us to a winter that will most

likely be too cold for most of us.

I gently pat the bed and tell them to sleep well.

Will these seeds I've sown yield a harvest I'll be pleased with?

I wonder what these months of transition and change will yield in my own life.

Change. That word makes me so uneasy. So much uncertainty in this next season of my life.

My anticipation turns to anxiousness as the what-ifs parade through my mind. Will I yield fruit?

Will my potential be made known? Will the season of my life be one of hurting or

healing, absence or abundance, hardship or happiness.

I close my eyes and pray.

I am comforted when he whispers truth to me.

No matter the changes that come my way, he is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

He is eternally unchanging and faithful, no matter the season, no matter the circumstances.

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