Can you Smell the Change?

She leaned in her little curly head and nestled into my chest. My feet dangled over the pier's edge and my arms were full of blanket and baby. The lake was so still that a fallen leaf created ripples for miles. The sun was warm, but the air was crisp, and I felt like a cat curled up in a sunny windowsill. Nothing seemed to matter in the world at that time. The men were out catching fish and I was fine with it, because, I could sit on that pier in the sun forever, alone with my baby girl in my arms. 

Ever since I was little have always been the kind of person who is ready for the next season when it comes. The smell of fresh pies in the oven, the crunch under your feet of the crispy colorful leaves, the cozy feeling of being wrapped up in a knit sweater, the orange in the pumpkins and the leaves make the sky even more blue. Maybe it's because I'm a visual learner, but I always seem to take everything in through my senses. I can literally smell the new season coming.  

The leaves haven't really changed much around home yet, but this recent visit to my parents' cabin really started the season for me. (Besides constantly checking my pumpkins in the garden, as they turn a little plumper everyday) I could never live somewhere that didn't have all these seasonal changes. I look forward to change, and it always seems to come when I need it. 

I am so happy to have found time to slow down recently. My house is a little more clean (which might I be honest in saying it usually isn't), my days almost always finish with a family walk, and although baby boy's room doesn't have flooring yet or any of his sweet items hung or placed in there yet, I seem to be pretty relaxed. Which I think is a good thing. 

Work has been busy, but very rewarding. I learn so much from spending time with our elderly residents. Even if they have Alzheimer's disease and can't remember what day it is, they can teach me the real important things. Like how to slow down and look at what is important in life.

 No new material item will ever give me satisfaction, or contentment, because it gets old and there is always another desire that follows. No amount of money can ever make me feel like I have "enough" and can never give me security that can not be taken away. The only true contentment in life is found in Christ. In getting closer to His Word, and stronger in faith. He will provide contentment and something that can not be taken away from me. And no matter what changes come in life, the good and bad, He will always be the same and there for me. 

Hope your season is starting off to a cozy start.