“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
—Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

November always brings with it an awareness about the passing of time that, during other seasons, may go unnoticed. Shorter days and barer trees strip away any illusion I maintain about things remaining the same forever. Time ticks on, and the days of November won’t let me forget.

Starting with standard time…

Moving from room to room setting the clocks back one hour tends to re-wind the clock of my heart as well. Another season has passed. Did I make it count? How many more seasons left? Only God knows. 

Every day’s a curiosity to someone as questioning as I am. So, even while circumstances may be trying (at times), I still want to know what’s gong on and stick around for that.

Young or old, some aspects of our personalities don’t change. And feeling another season, another month, another year slip by only reminds me of what a sentimental dreamer I can be.

Tick, tock.

The veterans are marching down main street again. Carrying flags and walking in rhythm to the drums. 

Uniforms, metals, and hearts full of memories, these patriots send a tangible message to us: Don’t forget the sacrifice. We wave and whisper, “Thank you.”

I like to imagine these soldiers being young and full of enthusiasm for their country. What compelled them to sign up in the first place? Where did they go? I bet they have stories to tell!

Actually, I know they do. I’ve interviewed them and come away with a great admiration for their bravery and generosity of spirit. Parading in the stark sunlight of November pricks my conscience to remember— freedom isn’t free.

Candles and More Candles…

In this house, all the birthdays come during the late summer and fall season. Placing more and more candles on the cakes week after week means  someone is getting older. Could it be me?

I may ignore the mirror as much as I like, but I can’t ignore the needs of a growing child or an aging parent. Reminders abound, and birthdays set you up for a sigh.

Tick, tock.

The fourth Thursday in November…

Going ’round and ’round the table naming our thanks makes for an interesting reveal. Relative-ly speaking, of course.

What’s closest to your heart?

“A day off school.”

“My bucket truck.”

“There’s no bad boyfriend this year.”

“These yams!”

Seriously, I don’t need a holiday telling me to feel grateful; I already am! But I do need November to remind me of the clock moving. It creates an urgency to get it right, not squander the days. Put the emphasis where it belongs.

And that’s on the here and now only as it relates to the eternal.

Solomon had it right when he wrote,  “[God] has set eternity in the human heart” (Ecclesiastes 3:11). That’s why we feel a pull, a pull toward eternity. It’s in our hearts, yet this world is temporary. Trying to figure it out stamps us with longing.

But I do know one thing: I’m just visiting, folks. This world is not my home. I hear the clock ticking in November, and all in all, it’s not a bad sound.

Journey Along,