I’m always caught by surprise by the sudden arrival of fall.
The falling temps and rising colors signal the end to the brutal heat and humidity I could easily live without. But still.
Still, I find myself most days, in this beautiful state, spinning and gazing in wonder at the Creator’s endless resourcefulness in awe-ing his children into open-mouthed astonishment.
Change: I think that might be it.
We are restless creatures, and crave change even when things seem to have smoothed and the wounds of the past recede like fading summer.
So, outside!
I can’t get enough.
Drunk and reeling on the firmament, I try to gather it all in before it’s too late, before the next change, before it’s gone for good.
Why is it so hard to just be in the season we’re in?
There is glory enough, I think, if we are willing to accept its temporal nature.
Because we are temporal creatures, here on earth.
One day we will drink of His glory, and it will never end.
I almost can’t wait.
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