One of the things I love about my town is the sense of community and of tradition. Example: each year, one fall afternoon, they shut down a major road for the high school homecoming parade. Everyone comes out to watch the floats, cheer the football team, hear the marching band and ooh and ah over the fantastic homecoming mums!
And every autumn, the church down the road turns their lawn into a pumpkin patch. Church members volunteer to work the patch and the money raised is used to fund mission trips for the youth throughout the year. Neat, huh?
I've always meant to stop and in the eight years I've lived here, it just never happened. But I get a little thrill every October when I see that the pumpkins have arrived.
Lately, I'm purposing to do things that I enjoy. So, I resolved to visit the pumpkin patch at the church. A beautiful, warm sunny day, I wandered among the remaining pumpkins, taking my time to select just the right one.
My life upheaval isn't a punishment from God. I don't think that at all. But I do firmly believe that He can use any situation to teach us, to grow us. And I'm trying hard to learn the lessons He has for me. And I'm trying to be patient while He reveals His plan for me. It's hard, waiting on the Lord. But I know His plans are far better than even I, with my vast imagination, could put together.