Adjusting to the Unfolding

It is a wonderful season.   The roar in the distant announces harvest work is being done.  Cotton is on its way to market.  Peanuts are turned in the field letting the sun do some drying before the gathering equipment rolls over them.  A little closer to home the hay is lined up in large round bales ready for the winter feeding of the cows and the sound of pecans dropping in the buckets have joined the soft thud as they drop from the trees to the ground.  It is harvest time.  It is a time which is full of labor, but one which also speaks of completion.   

Completion is not something which just happens.  Around here everything has been moving toward it since the first trees budded, the first seeds were planted, and the first signs of green appeared in the hayfield.  The journey toward harvest has been a slow one, never hurried, and always dependent on a beyond itself interaction.  The creation never acts in a hurry and never does one part of it act independent of other parts.  

Perhaps, our lives seem so full of unfinished and unresolved stuff because we live out of sync with all that is around us.  God speaks volumes to us through the creative process about the movement of life.  We, too, can know completion in our lives by paying attention to what is around us and then letting everything be adjusted to what is unfolding before us.