Twilight of the Year!

Three more months remaining in 2021, and I'm curious if time can pass by any faster.  September was an incredible month as I saw the arrival of the first official day of Fall.  With cooler weather fast approaching, I can finally look forward to a time of camping.  In addition to the changing of seasons, I am now settled in working for the local tobacco shop.  Living in Houston for many years, I was a die-hard shoe salesman managing and training within various companies and their subsequent regional locations.  After arriving in Fort Worth, I transitioned to a new area of employment expertise becoming a purveyor of cigars, pipes, pipe tobacco, and the many differing accessories.  Finding my place at Big Dave's Cigars felt as if I had come home after living as a prodigal working at other companies.  Getting along with the store's staff wasn't very difficult as we are all more mature in age and seem to have the same strong work ethic.  The cherry on the cake for the month of September was celebrating fifteen years of sobriety from alcohol.  My actual sobriety date is August 18, 2006; however, the Harbor Group of A.A. celebrates annual anniversaries on the first Wednesday immediately following the month of one's birthday.  For example, August birthdays are celebrated in September and so forth.  As I grow older, I can look back and distinctly see the seasons of my life.  Not sure what the future holds, but I must remain faithful to the higher calling the Lord Jesus has placed on my life.  Nothing out of my almost 48 years on this earth has unfolded as planned, but I don't know if yours truly would trade what I have now in exchange for my vision of life.  Maybe that's what submission to God's Will means.  It's not about me or what I want.  Anyway, listen for the music of life and dance.  It is the piece of eternity God has placed in each of our hearts.  Get to know Him...He wants to be found.  

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