Blowing, leaves falling, drizzle, grey sky., the feeling of anticipation, shifts, changes, smiles, pumpkins, baking, smell of refreshing in the air..land crying for a drink. God supplies later in season than usual. Wonder why?  Sometimes the wait is for a reason. Our land cries for a fresh baptism, but He sometimes is a God who hides himself desiring to be sought after, to be chased , to be found.  Father's seasons are sometimes different from ours. His times are written on His calendar. That's why we are to be instant in season and out because we may be called upon according to His calendar,not ours. Issachar knew the times and seasons. The tribe who must have had His ways, His clues, His signs written by the Spirit on their hearts. They knew even as the  stork in the heavens knew her appointed times, and the turtledove, the swift, and the swallow observe the time of their migration, Jeremiah 8:7. We draw closer, Father to become more attuned to your clock and calendar, to your ways , to keep in step with your movements. We  want to breathe with you, move with you   Lord. We want to be ready at a moment's notice.