It’s September now. Back to school time. Leave changing colour time. Most people are done their vacations now and are back. Programs start up again. Things get rolling. New pencils. Chalk on the chalkboard. Back to the grind. Crisp air.
September has always felt more like the “New Year” than the actual new year. Maybe because my birthday is in Septemeber (the 14th and don’t you forget it!). But most likely because everything starts again. It seems more like the time to make resolutions. More like the time to hope for change. For something better than last year. (Although let’s not knock last year! Last year was pretty good.)
My friend Dave tells me that 30 000 people die every day from starvation. My friend Hannah tells me that she can’t justify spending money anymore because every dollar she spends could feed one of her friends in Mexico. Literally feed them… as in, they’d be full afterward. One dollar. 30 000 people every day? Because they don’t have food? And I buy vegetables and let them rot in my crisper?! My friend John tells me that belief comes from conviction… so do I live as though I believe that my brothers and sisters are dying from starvation, or am I only living with the knowledge of it?
This isn’t really going anywhere. Just some things that have been swirling in my head. I’ve just been longing for so much more lately. Purpose to my life. Giving. Helping others. Living like it means something. Depending on God. I pray. And I wait. He will let me know what’s what.
It’s a new year. I wonder what it will bring.