The hydrangea blushes pink in this brief quiet lull between the August dog days and the January snow drifts. Autumn is this silent moment when we can glance over our shoulders and remember county fairs, family weddings,  grandkids birthdays and church suppers. How was your year? Did you run through every open door? Were you patient during times of testing ? Did you speak a kind word when it could make a difference? Have we any of us stopped to pray each time the Spirit called with a gentle tap on our spiritual shoulders?

This reflective moment is like the prayer before receiving the cup and the bread. It is an assessment of where we have been and where we need to go. This is the time to ask for our hearts to be cleansed and ready for God’s season of change. In the Autumn moment comes  the pink blush of humility to our souls. Then the ears of our hearts can stand on tiptoe to listen to the God who listens to our every honest prayer. He is longing to speak a word. Let’s give Him our own quiet ears to hear…

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite Isaiah 57:15