Fears and Tears

As the days grow shorter, I fall unto You. The air beckons with its crisp, clean breeze and brushes my cheek lifting my thoughts upward. It cannot be seen but felt, the change in the air; the nights are longer and the days are shorter, fall is here.

To fall unto You in scripture, letting the words speak to me, to fall unto You in prayer, sharing my heart with You, to fall unto You always, never losing sight of your presence.

To follow Your promptings, and to take the chance, to act, to reach out, to connect with someone, to let them feel You through me, for Your will be done not mine.

To enjoy the simple joys in life that are right in front of me, to fill my day with good things and to walk with purpose, towards you Lord. That is where I will fall unto You, and where You will draw me in closer, to the depths of the light; to the Comforter, I bring my heart, and He breathes upon me. It is the breath of love and I embrace the change of the seasons.

Look upon yourself as a tree planted beside the water which bears its fruit in due season, the more it is shaken by the wind, the deeper it strikes its roots into the ground. St. Margaret Mary Alacoque