Autumn’s Glory

I adore Autumn. Nearly every afternoon in this season, I step outside my farm front door to this. Oranges and reds, purples and gold against the clearest of blue skies. I catch my breath and raise my hands to the sky in worship. “Oh….” I exhale again as the light catches the limbs at magic hour and I am done in. I see the heart, the hands, the face of my Father God in his creation. I whisper his words back to him, whichever ones come to my lips first. ” The heavens declare the glory of God,” or “the Lord is my light and my salvation.” He is. He is the light and my salvation. His light is my salvation. It is burning in my heart silhouetting my frame as his sun does the trees. It is magic hour in my heart.

The wind rushes through tugging fragile leaves to freedom. Sometimes letting go is the clearest path to exquisite joy. Clinging no more, they fly like kaleidoscope fragments into the open air. I watch approvingly, as tension and fear melt into exhilaration and joy.

There is nothing quite like Autumn light. I am filled with wonder at its unique beauty. Soft and yet piercing, it slants the horizon with deep shadowy shapes and golden hues. Can you see it too? Does it make your heart ache in awe? It is a gift and I have held my eyes and heart wide open to receive it.

Almost every day, just outside my farm front door. The goodness of God humbles and delights me continually.

James 1:17 ~”Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”