Walk along a familiar path and it’s transformed by the sight and smell of change.
There is the sweet aroma of fallen leaves in those desperate days between green and brown. Adorned in a hue of orange and red and gold, the trees reluctantly drop and in their nakedness they sadly stare down at the ground.
The allegories of the Creator in Spring are abundant — new life, new hope, new direction. But God in the Fall seems distant.
Then I hear a voice in the high winds
“You are not alone. I will never leave you, nor forsake you. You are my beloved. Abide in me and I’ll abide in you.”
And suddenly I am inexplicably driven. An urge comes from the deepest passion of my soul. I see the pile of leaves and with four quick steps I leap into the air, all my good sense abandoned.
I am lost to the Savior.
And on this day, I am found.
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“We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things, but there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.”
— James Carroll
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