Everything about the October day is filled with fire. The trees are blazing red, yellow and orange. The light slants from a summer-tired sun, illuminating the world in pumpkin-orange, wind whipping crisp, burnt-leaf air into miniature cyclones.
The trees go out in glory. A final burst of beauty before a winter of loneliness. A final blaze of fire before the bitter cold. Do the trees drink in warmth before the cold? Do they soak it all in as an internal furnace for later use?
And I wonder…where in the seasons of life am I? Am I in a winter of despair? Am I desperate for the warmth of the Son? Frozen beyond feeling? Brittle and ready to break?
Am I thawing in a frozen world, with the tiniest bit of hope, branches bursting forth with budding beginnings?
Am I thriving in summer sun, and gentle rains? Bringing forth the fruit of the season?
Am I bulging with glorious bounty, both of beauty and baskets full of harvest?
Wherever I am, I am not alone. For He is with me. My Shepherd.
He is there in the green pastures.
He is there is the Thanksgiving table of plenty.
He is there in the Valley of the Shadow. of Death.
I will fear no evil.
His Word will comfort me.
Sharing with Michelle:
Giving thanks with Ann:
#33 – That God would save a chief sinner like me.
#34 – That my son’s art was featured in the showcase at school… (His is the swirly one)
#37 – For the successful launch of my new blog What In The World R U Doing 4 Christ’s Sake?
#38 – Finding the coolest bookstore ever on the greatest field trip of the year!
#40 – A daughter who has a heart for the lost, bringing two girls from work to church