. . . in the beginning

Several times this week I’ve heard September referred to as the month of beginnings. Funny, I’ve never thought of September that way.

When I think of September, it’s usually in the context of the lyrics of that beautiful song, “September Song.” Especially the line, “ . . . but the days grow short when you reach September.”

“September Song” was composed by Kurt Weill,
with lyrics by Maxwell Anderson, in 1938.

But speaking of beginnings, September actually does seem to be a month of beginnings. It’s the beginning of the fall season; school begins, college classes begin, church and club activities fall into full swing, just to name a few. And, to add to those beginnings, we have a few September birthdays and anniversaries in the family.

Here it is the end of summer, the beginning of fall, and before we know it, we will be singing Christmas carols and shopping for Christmas gifts. And so, there’s another beginning . . . the beginning of the Christmas season. I suppose we can’t escape all these beginnings.

But, doesn’t everything have a beginning and an end? As for me, in a month or so, I will begin year number 5 since my cancer surgery. That’s supposed to be the magical year. If we (cancer patients) can make it through five years without a return of the dreaded disease, we’re considered to be survivors. Here’s hoping . . .

I just learned this morning of the passing of a friend, due to breast cancer, which makes me sad. And, she was much younger than I. My comfort lies in the knowledge that our Lord is in control of our lives, that He truly does hold the world in His mighty hand. And—if we believe and trust in Him—our lives here and hereafter are with Him.

“In the beginning God . . .”

Grace and peace to you,

Mary Emma