A little mist is rising here this morning, from the frost-glazed grass. We’ve turned October’s golden corner. November settles us more fully into the idea that winter is coming, both cold and cozy.
I’m coming by here this morning so thankful to have wrapped myself in Belovedness for the month of October. For those of you who came and read and looked in the mirror and down the tunnel of the past and across the family room and across the ocean and saw Belovedness wrapped all around and through, I am grateful.
Many days when I came here to write, I could only feel, see, my own brokenness, all the places that seem sharp and unlovable. I see through a glass darkly. But maybe the commitment is always only to keep looking, to keep trusting that all the pieces, somewhere, are gathered together in gentle Hands.
If October’s assurance was “You are beloved,” and the first of November’s question is “Now what are you going to do with it?” then perhaps the calendar itself, this month, gives the first best answer. We turn our hearts to thankfulness. As the year turns toward the dark and quiet wait of winter, gratitude is that good turning over and under what we’ve been given, seedbed in the making for life to grow.
I’ll be back with more of the making and baking and pondering and planning that are my daily portion.
What is your portion as November begins?