The End Always Comes

            On my Saturday morning fawn hunt, I found these two early in the morning enjoying
             rest under this large shrub. They let me snap pictures for 10 minutes as they got up
                                                            and strolled around.

The end always comes . . . end of summer specifically. I know, summer officially ends on September 22nd, but in our hearts summer ends Labor Day weekend. After all, that's when all the programs start and schools begin their new year.

The end of summer is before us and those lazy days of  sitting under a tree day dreaming are dwindling. This summer was like a cool breeze blowing by us, refreshing the soul. Extreme heat? No. Humid days? No. Scorching sun? No. Thankful heart? YES!

I like Martin Luther's comparing of the gospel when talking about summer: "The gospel is like a fresh, mild, and cool air in the extreme heat of summer; a solace and comfort in the anguish of the conscience." We certainly achieved that this summer!

God is in control of all the seasons. I've seen about 260 seasons in my life. I can always count on each season to arrive and display their beauty. "There is no season such delight can bring As summer, autumn, winter and the spring." Williams Brownen   Every season displays its own beauty.

Verse two in the hymn "Sing to the Lord of Harvest" says:

                                  "By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move;
                                  O Sing to the Lord of harvest; A song of happy love."

      This little one wasn't bothered by me at all. I like the way the fence rails have framed the fawn.

The end also comes to each day. We live the routine of each day, doing those things planned out, and then let the day go when our heads hit the pillow. I like the second verse of the hymn "Day by Day."

"Every day the Lord Himself is near me With a special mercy for each hour,
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me, He whose name is Counselor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure - Is a charge that on Himself He laid,
As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure, This the pledge to me He made."

                      This group of doe and fawn were just slowly walking around eating.
    The closest fawn kept walking closer to me. It must have been wondering, "Who is that kook."

I like Ralph Waldo Emerson's description of a day: "Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays."

And then there's the end of life. When will mine end? Am I doing all I can each day, each season? What am I called to do? Am I doing it? Am I ready for my life to end? An interesting quote I share from Fyodor Mikhaylovich  Dostoyevski (1821-1881):

"Believe to the end, even if all men go astray and you are left the only one faithful; bring your offering even then and praise God in your loneliness."

     I finished my normal Saturday morning route and turned around, as I always go back the same way I came. I found another fawn by itself resting in a yard. I'd say, that was a banner photo shoot!

Yes, the end comes to many things. But our assurance is true: "I know that my Redeemer lives." Job 19:25

"The foundation of Job's comfort lay in that one little word my -- 'my Redeemer' -- and in the fact that the Redeemer truly lives. Oh, to take hold of the living Christ! We must have a claim to Him before we can enjoy Him . . . A living Redeemer who is truly mine is 'inexpressible and glorious joy."   Charles Spurgeon

"He is able to save completely those who come to God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them."  Hebrew 7:25

I don't know about you, but I'm ready for another season, another day, until that day I'm called away and the end finally comes to take me to a glorious beginning!

                                  Over and over and over again: "My bone. No, my bone. No, my bone."