October Thoughts

October is here and every year when this month rolls around I begin to think of the glorious colors I am going to get to view. Winter, spring, summer, and fall are God’s seasons. I have always been a big fan of fall and spring and not too fond of summer and winter. There is something about those leaves of red, orange, yellow, and burgundy that fall from the trees that makes me stand in awe of our Great Redeemer and his amazing handiwork. One of my favorite fall activities is taking a ride and watching people setting out pumpkins in the yard with hay bales and planting mums in the yard.  You all know that I drive from Wedowee to Wadley every day.  I have grown to love County Road 15.  One of the things I love about the ride is the color I am beginning to see and the many yards decorated for fall.  I had to take a detour for a few days and was a bit put out about it because it added five miles to my trip….that was until I topped a hill and rounded a corner on County Road and saw the most amazing yellow tree.  When I was a child growing up in South Florida I missed the fall season for many years.  Now that I live somewhere the colors change I find I appreciate God’s world just a little more?  The Bible says, “This is day that the Lord hath made, and I will rejoice in it.” Each day He has given me so much beauty to enjoy, I think I should sit back and take in this glorious creation.  God is the best artist in the world, for only He can create such different themes. We see many artists that try to capture the seasons on their canvases by painting what they see around them, and they do a wonderful job. However, neither picture nor paint could ever replace the real thing splashed across the sky and spilled over the earth like the Master’s display of His finest artwork. God’s creativity is unmatched, for every day is different, just like every snowflake in winter.  When I hear people say there is no God, I know they do not see with eyes like mine. They must see a plain, white canvas or a black drop cloth and not the blue skies that fade into light pink in the evening. Nor do they see the flowers that no paint on any artist’s palate could attempt to match or the trees that were each given a certain color leaf to change into when autumn arrives. ‘No God,’ they say. It is just that they do not know the Master of the seasons, the One who has created such magnificent displays of perfect art.  So, as the leaves begin to change into their vibrant fall colors I have   decided to enjoy the Master’s autumn masterpiece.