I’m thanking you, God, from a full heart, I’m writing the book on your wonders. – Psalm 9.1, The Message
Today, I am thankful for color.
The way the sun dances on the front of the storage building in the back yard.
(Which was built by my friend Andy, for whom I am also grateful.)
A carpet of leaves layers the ground outside my kitchen window, covering up the lack of landscaping attention so sorely needed. Now it just looks leafy. Kind of like throwing a nice quilt over a sofa that’s seen better days.
Autumn is my favorite time of year; at least that is so in October and November, when the colors are passionate and full of the demonstrative glory of change. For most of my life, I’ve been all about the changing; rearranging the furniture, finding a new job, starting a new hobby.
I’m settling down in my old age, I suppose. I am more reluctant to change, more aware of the toll and time it takes. I’m a good bit more comfortable.
But the colors of fall remind me that there is glory in death and beauty in transition.
Photo courtesy of Sarah Brawley
