I Love the Fall….
Never do I feel more close to God than as I watch him paint our world with colors come from heaven. I don’t imagine He shares all of the available colors with us for I suspect we could not take in the depth of them. I always consider that He shares just enough with us to birth in us a longing….
In me, He has succeeded.
Fall also wells up in my heart great gratitude…sheer thankfulness for all of the many earthly blessings He has given my family and me. But, even moreso, I am made aware of His Heavenly Blessings, which is where lies our real home.
I think I love the Fall because, while in it, I am slowed down down long enough to appreciate in full splendor the glories of this world and the promised glories of His world yet to come.
It slows me down long enough to hear better…the wind in the trees, the whispers of my children, the freezing cold feet running to jump into bed.
It slows me down long enough to hold a hand a little longer, hug a little harder, whisper prayers a little longer.
I feel God’s presence in all seasons, but there is something about the Fall which draws my heart like no other does…
My senses are heightened as I watch the colors of Fall explode into all their splendor…reaching deep into my heart and pulling out the best of my thoughts…love, compassion, joy, tenderness, gentleness…peace, patience, and genuine desire to make a holy difference while here on earth.
A friend and I were talking last week about this world…its joys, its pains, it purpose. She said she thought that God gave us beauty in this world to help us as we journey through to grow in us a hope for what is yet to come. I like that thought.
God gives us the beauty of family, friendship and flowers to anchor our lives. He Gives those things to us which remind us of Him. As we traveled this year as a family, we were blessed to see God’s handiwork frequently. He threaded the quiltwork of our lives with color, love, laughter. He wove the patterns of our days with friendship, joy and compassion. He let us soar with great joyfulness and he let us fall in great sorrow, always beside us, never leaving us and allowing us glimpses of His glory as we journeyed…using his soulful brush to paint for us a picture of hope and faith and trust that just as He promises, He will do.
For me, all of that becomes very clear in the canvas of the Fall. I can see HIM in the colors which the wind blows all painted by the Master to remind me. To remind us.
He is with us. He is guiding us. He is loving us. He is preparing for us.
Blessings on your Fall Day,
Lesa Sheryl YoungI Love The Fall…
