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I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."~Anne of Green Gables~
I really am. It is such an beautiful month in this valley of ours. Just when a season might start to get wearisome, October comes with crisp morning air, fire smells and trees with color trickling through them. It's intoxicating, this favorite season of mine. The change of seasons always brings me hope somehow. A reminder of the intricate order, the magnificent rhythm of the spinning home of ours, set perfectly in the cosmos, constantly moving around the sun, giving us days and seasons. A pulsing, changing, growing expanse of life, created by our Father who causes the sun to rise every morning and knows every thought I think. It will
never cease to leave me in awe.
There are times I want to run from the difficult, the stress, from what I am not. Then there are times that I look up and the sky and the fragile leaves comfort me. And it is enough, because it points me to His face again.
I really am. It is such an beautiful month in this valley of ours. Just when a season might start to get wearisome, October comes with crisp morning air, fire smells and trees with color trickling through them. It's intoxicating, this favorite season of mine. The change of seasons always brings me hope somehow. A reminder of the intricate order, the magnificent rhythm of the spinning home of ours, set perfectly in the cosmos, constantly moving around the sun, giving us days and seasons. A pulsing, changing, growing expanse of life, created by our Father who causes the sun to rise every morning and knows every thought I think. It will never cease to leave me in awe.
There are times I want to run from the difficult, the stress, from what I am not. Then there are times that I look up and the sky and the fragile leaves comfort me. And it is enough, because it points me to His face again.
