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Psalm 119:102-105

102 I have not departed from your laws,
for you yourself have taught me.

103 How sweet are your words to my taste,
sweeter than honey to my mouth!

104 I gain understanding from your precepts;
therefore I hate every wrong path.

105 Your word is a lamp to my feet
and a light for my path.
There is a poem by Juan Ramon Jimenez called "Life" that reflects the shift in seasons
and calls out to all the doors of possibility that open to each one of us in the midst of
these changes.

What I used to regard as a glory shut in my face,
was a door, opening
towards this clarity:
Country without a name:

Nothing can destroy it, this road
of doors, opening, one after another,
always toward reality;
Life without calculation!


It is our desire to work out, plan and work out all the details of life.
We don't like surprises (unless they are presents) and change (unless
they are changes we choose). These often upset our apple cart and sometimes
set us off-stride on life's path.

While we make plans and work to reach goals, it's important to remember
that God desires to have a relationship with us in the midst of life and all
it's possibilities. When choosing the doors to open and step into, it's best
to look to God's calculations and directions as where to step next.

Prayer:
God -
In the midst of all the changes of the season and all the choices that need
to be made, lead me in your way and show me what doors to open and what
path to take. Show me your direction and light the path that is
before me as we step forward together on this journey.
Amen

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