A Harvest Season

 

The leaves are slowly changing. The breeze is cooler. I feel it in the air. It’s a new season. A new time to be alive. Fall is approaching. I will enjoy this late summer. How I’ve longed for this time. It’s not a midsummer night’s dream.

Thank you for the breeze. Thank you for the trees. Thank you for the sound.
If you want to see God look all around. His hands are in the branches. His smile is in the sun. His breath is in the wind. His voice is in the waters. His heart is in the details. Oh, what a time to be alive.

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.-Ecclesiastes 3:11