This season, though cold has brought so much warmth to my spirit. I have made many loaves of pumpkin bread and have enjoyed early morning coffee chats with a sweet friend of mine following mass on Mondays. We have been brought together in fellowship by these chats over warm cups of coffee—something for which I am especially thankful now that the mornings are so nippy.
This magical season reminds me of blissful childhood moments when we used to gather leaves and stack them in heaps. We would then toss ourselves into the heaps, crackling up into laughter. I can remember how crispy and crunchy they’d be once fallen. And that is how we liked them. They louder the crunch when we jumped in, the better.
Autmn is different this year now that I am 26 years old. I like to behold God’s glory in the changing leaves and think how sweet it is that he created such wonders for man to enjoy. There is no reason why the colors have to change on the leaves. We could totally live without that, but God saw fit to adorn the leaves with changing colors this time of the year and I am soaking it all in!
What are you enjoying this season? Or what is bothering you–better yet? Do the leaves change colors where you live?
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” -Ecclesiastes 3:11
Here are some pictures of the colorful leaves here in Denver