This series of moments called autumn, when fall picks up her paintbrush and tickles the leaves with shades of fire, is favorite. When the morning wakes up to shine the sun's spotlight on the trees stretching out in multi-colored glory, you might as well give me a brown paper package all tied up with string.
This is favorite. (so much so that it is indeed worthy of noun status)
Autumn. Harvest. Provision. Beauty. Gatherings. Family. Colors. Bonfires. Hot drinks. Fall. Road trips. Friends. Books. Blankets.
When the September sun warms like a blanket on a cool, 70 degree day, Creation sings melody along with its painful, groaning harmony to the tune of "already, not yet."
Even the seasons invite a study of God!
I delight in the beauty of the season unfolding around me, but I am acutely aware of all the ways Creation groans for complete restoration - where beauty can be displayed forever, free from any threat to its perfect and colorful song.
Here, in this season of beauty, we are home. And here, in this season of beauty, we long for home.
So, today I am singing with lungs and heart full of praise for the One who invites me in to His always home.