The melancholy mood I have been in these past days can be for several reasons. Autumn is bittersweet. “Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree” writes Emily Bronte. I should be counting my blessings with every leaf I see fall. The cooler breeze and vibrant colored leaves are so pleasant, but at the same time a reminder that winter is close behind. The autumn season has held the celebrations of multiple birthdays. My mother’s 80th this year, cause for a party she is still with us. But I lost my father and grandfather both during the month of October. “I Still Miss Someone” a song sung by Johnny Cash and Bill Monroe written by Carl Perkins speaks what I feel today, this overcast autumn day. Missing Dad and Grandpa. Missing the love I saw in Mom and Dad. Despite their differences, they stayed together.
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone …
Racing along, this project done, another one or two started, excellent customer service given, that word of encouragement shared, another homemade dinner made with leftovers for the week, and then I stop short. Sometimes fall short. Sickness does that to me. Not just my sickness, but the news that one of my children or another loved one is sick can put me at a complete halt, worry with frenzy or analyze the problem until I am exhausted. Neither accomplish what is desired, complete healing even from cancer. God is so gracious to me, to each of us. His Word says, “for though a righteous man falls seven times, he will rise again” (Proverbs 24:16).
Woman Warrior 