Seasons Change

Seasons change and no one knows when they come or go but yet they change just the same. A sign of maturity is knowing when the change has occurred and that it's time to move. Over the last week of my life I left a season and I recognized it was time to change. The hard part about moving is the people around you don't seem to understand. We all know of people who get caught in seasons and moving becomes life threatening to them. I don't want to be a person who gets caught in between seasons. Today I move according to the season I'm moving into. I love days just before fall - the evidence of life and the knowing that the earth will make a gradual change due to motion. The retreat of the plants, the dying of the old to give way to the new, and the smell of life trying to survive. Today I know for sure I am a daughter and not an orphan. One person told me an orphan learns to depend on no one but learns to survive for themselves under their own power. They live in survival mode and nothing else matters. I am not sure how true that statement is but I am a daughter who depends on her Father to cover and provide. Today I left a place only to follow my father to a place he has made especially for me. Remember seasons change and nothing remains the same - only God is constant.