Fall

The Forever Sky

The Forever Sky

I don’t know why I’m so overcome with gratefulness today. I’m certainly not going to complain.

There are just some days when I see the art and the beauty and the redemption in everything that meets my eyes and ears. These days are rare and under constant threats of endangerment.

How do I make days like these happen more often?

I can’t process things with my hands and feet in the front yard dirt like I normally do. The typical Florida weather has been replaced with some type of cold that is rare to November, especially in these parts. But I don’t care. Today I’m connecting with something else; the forever sky.

There’s something about the sun that is different in the cold, fall Florida sky. It shines brighter. The shadows in everything are muted, and it’s as if the great photographer over exposes the scenery, making objects crisp.

Oh, but the yellows and browns in the leaves that lay in abundance on my almost-dead grass. The colors are saturated. Greens are left in waiting as these colors run deep all over the street.

Deepening me.

Then I look up into the forever sky, and I try to fathom my God who dwells up there, somewhere and everywhere in the Forever. And in that Forever, He is able to look down, past the galaxies and black holes and see little me.

And not only does he sees me, but his eyes find me with fondness. With love. With pleasure.

I don’t understand it. But, I am grateful.

Bare Feet // JATW

Bare Feet

Bare Feet // JATWI stand on this dirt patch that my son likes to dig out of, feeling the damp cold underneath my toes left from the incessant amount of rain that happened over the weekend.  It’s humid out here, but not the sweat-my-ass-off kind. There’s a slight coolness to the small breeze that passes over my face, bringing the aroma of summer grass mixed with the first stages of autumn leaves. It’s coming, I can feel it. Fall is almost here. It arrives late for us Floridians, but it arrives nonetheless; especially in North Florida.

The sound of dragon fly buzz accompanied by the songs of two different species of birds rings just loud enough to create an accompaniment track for outside speculating. Not too strong, as it often is in the woods, but just as you would expect for a rural part of town where nature collides a little less manicured with the modernization of human creation.

The muted sky is overcast, but the sun still shines through the clouds enough to make me squint, and I succumb to my closing eyes, taking it all in with my other four senses.

If I accomplish nothing else today, which may very well be the case, I can at least know that I’m valued. I believe it to be true; His Word tells me so. But He is reminding me with the dirt, and the breeze and the buzz and the light.

 

I am alive, and I am loved.

Two Babes in a Pumpkin Patch

Sunday evening we decided to go to the local Methodist Church’s pumpkin patch that they have every year with our friends who have the cutest little baby girl. It was around 5:30, so the lighting was just perfect. Abram of course had to wear his dinosaur hat, and Annabelle was sporting her new coat we found at the Micanopy festival on Saturday. It is the most precious felt coat! We had a lot of fun at the pumpkin patch taking sweet pictures and laughing at my ridiculous son.