Usually fall is my season of relaxing and reflecting. The summer excitement gets lost somewhere between the champagne colored skies and the red and yellow blanket covering the valley. This fall 
, however happens to be different. My days are busy and numbered. They seem to be passing like the leaves blowing in the wind.
50 and counting is where I stand today. The last items on my checklist have become the first. Therefore I toss and turn with an inexpressible joy and incomprehensible fear. The more that is left to do, the longer I know I have in the comfort of my home and all the familiarities of my simple life. Yet, the longer I stay the more I desire the unfamiliar and complexity of life in faith. Lost in the middle of the two, with confusion as my guide, I stop and call on the one whom I am searching for. When He finds me broken, I am restored and a sense of certainty replaces confusion. I can walk strong now, delighting that I am a broken soldier, found and bought by the Master Commander, placed divinely in His army that can not be defeated!
My prayer for the next 50 days and counting is that I will be an open vessel to learn and prepare for the unexpected.
