It’s hard to believe that the first week of November is almost gone. As I sit here watching it rain, and watching the leaves pile up in the front yard, I can’t help but to think about how fast time seems to move. The older I get the faster life seems to come, and from what I hear that will continue.
And yet there is something beautiful in that isn’t there? There’s something comforting in the fact that today will not always be and that tomorrow will soon come. There’s something hopeful in the fading of the old and the budding of the new.
This is the same hope that God has gifted to us. The hope that time will move forward, that today will not always be, that tomorrow will come, and that as the old passes, new will surely follow.