It’s that time of year when the trees are brilliant colors and the fall air is cool and delicious with the smell of leaves. It’s my most favorite season. I watch for the leaves to change day by day, and I find myself outdoors with my kids more. The windows are opened almost every morning to allow the breeze to flutter through my house. I even seem to find more inspiration to write.
This fall seemed to come earlier with the colder temperatures, yet the leaves refused to turn. As I usually do, I watched for them each morning. But this fall I found myself fighting disappointment. Why haven’t the usual signs begun to show? Why isn’t my lawn littered with beautiful red and yellow leaves yet?
The anticipation has been killing me. Then today I noticed all of a sudden the street is lined with reds, oranges, yellows, and even purples as the season comes into full bloom. My hands raised to the heavens in thankfulness to our Savior for knowing when the right time was. It reminded me of other things I’ve been waiting on, one of which is whether or not to start my next manuscript. The idea hasn’t come to me as it usually does. I figured it was because I’m in the midst of a lot of change, including a move in two weeks. But perhaps it’s because it isn’t time yet.
I’m reminded to look to God today. To wait on Him for His time when I can set forth on a new and wonderful journey with the next novel from my imagination. Or maybe to rework one of my other manuscripts and get it out to the agents.