Sounds of Autumn

Squirrels scampering about in a little clump of trees. They are just about their business, getting ready for winter. Doing simple chores that God has shown them to do for the purpose of survival. They don't even realize the noise  or impact they are making in their little sphere of impact. The snapping of twigs the crunching of leaves, each movement sending out little vibrations that proclaim their presence. They don't stop to listen or to care. The fuzzy mammals just keep at their goal of simple survival. Simply living. 

It is in their particular habitat that they thrive. It is in that setting in the woods where their survival is possible and the most noisy. It is where God puts me that i have the most influence and it is in that place that i can make the most noise for Him. If I don't see the sound vibrations or when all I can feel simply a struggle to survive, I can yet rely on the fact that He is the ultimate composure of both my life song and the worlds symphony. He is the master of all the noise, the one who sets the habitat, the one who changes both the seasons and lives. He knows where I will make the most impact/noise, He knows what I need to survive and He will provide for me. 

 I may not (I Do NOT) understand all "static" that I hear and feel, yet I can trust that somehow, sometime, it will not be "static" but rather notes of the harmonic song of a life directed, purposed, by Him.