The season I love most is fast approaching. Fall brings with it a fresh wind. I am not a hunter. Fall sports are fine. But fall doesn't need these to be. Life moves on with the seasons. Sometimes I feel as though I might be missing out on the autumnal season by living here in Texas. Then I feel the cool breeze and my mind wanders into reverie. Growing up in north Texas I experienced what I would consider a great fall and winter - a respite from the steamy, hot temperatures of summers without rain. I've always been a cold weather lover. Fall is the promise of that best time of my year.
Along with a slighter crisp freshness in the air, fall brings to mind memories - of childhood, of blessings, and of a life, although passing further and further away with each successive trip around the sun, full of hope and love. Hope for the newness that comes with spring. And love that beckons me forward in silence and in awe of all that is and was. Together with the perfect ethereal music flowing in the background, those fall days can remove me from the most hectic, labouring, worrysome moments to one where nothing else matters. I seem to float on the air with each note. Closer to my God at those times than any other. A gift, a special moment that He and I alone can share together. He knows me. I am just learning how deeply He does...know...me.
Come, now, o gentlest of seasons. Refreshing breath of life. Come.
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