Fall in Maine off the beat and path
Winter, spring, summer, and fall are all God’s
seasons. The 22nd was the
first day of fall. When I was young I
was a big fan of summer and spring and not at all fond of fall or winter. Why? I
grew up in South Florida. We did not
have fall or winter. I didn’t even own a
jacket until I moved to Alabama. Moving to Alabama definitely broadened my
horizons. I fell in love with fall. I think it has something to do with those
leaves of red, orange, yellow, and burgundy that grace the trees during
fall. Every year I fell as if I am
noticing them for the very first time. I
love to take rides and watch people set out pumpkins in their yards with hay bales,
and watch them plant colorful mums. A few years ago I went to see a
friend. As I entered her neighborhood I
noticed many yards were decorated for fall.
It was truly gorgeous….but I could not remember seeing this when I had
been to her house before. I began to
wonder if I had just missed this glorious season all this time….or was it that
as I got older I found myself appreciating the small things in God’s world
more. The Bible says, “This is the day
that the Lord hath made, and I will rejoice in it.” Each day He has given me beauty to enjoy,
especially on my daily trek from Wedowee to Wadley. I decided the first fall I drove down CR 15
that I was going to sit back and take in this amazing artwork He has created. You know it amazes me how He can create such
awesomeness and themes. We see artists
that try to capture the seasons on their canvases by painting what is around
them, and they do a wonderful job.
However, neither painting 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 winter. When 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 back 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. Instead of
always looking forward to the summer and springtime, I have decided to enjoy
the Master’s autumn masterpiece for the rest of my life. What about you? What is your favorite season?
Cades Cove in Smokey Mountain National Park
Cheaha Mtn/Talladega. National Forrest
University of the South Cross on a fall night
1 comment:
Oh my! I loved this post. Your photos are beautiful. I think Fall is stunning and I just love the feel of it. I only wish here in Texas we could enjoy more Fall. It's still hot here, as in summer. Summer is not my favorite season. I also enjoy winter, especially if we get snow. We were snowed in for five days a few years ago and it was wonderful. Everything so still and peaceful, cozy and not having to go anywhere. But then Spring comes along and it's so beautiful. I think you are right in that we who love God appreciate more and more the beauty of His creation and His faithfulness in the seasons. We are blessed.
Your writing is a gift.
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