The leaves are filled with yesterday
As they face early frost
Their veins are running red to brown
Forgetting nights once soft
But as one page turns another starts
Their stories don’t end here
The last lines tell us please stay tuned
When snows close up the year
Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil
Where seeds wait for their time
Yesterday’s just what’s gone before
God’s amazing life’s design
Soon the last colors around here will be the blue of the sky and the gray of the bare trees. But today I had to stop the car and run out into a field to capture this bit of blue and green with just a few dabs of the creator’s paintbrush left on our mountains.
Ahead lie months of slush covered roads, gray snow clouds and chilly winds. As if to say, we will be back in full leaf and beautiful again next season, the trees wave good-bye. Maybe King David was feeling down and a little sorry for himself on the day he left us these words. But just as He was headed on that downward spiral of despair and depression he caught a vision of what praise was still to be! For I shall again praise Him!
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God Psalm 42:11 ESV
Today is the time for the mountain lake to hold its breath surrounded by October color, before the first north wind invades our final gentle Autumn days.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven Ecclesiastes 3:1
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
Like children dressed for a party, standing in line and waiting to call out, ” Surprise!”