.Fall has arrived! Cooler nights call for a few extra blankets on the bed, a new knit throw for my couch, sweaters have been found and bought on a recent shopping trip with my Aunt that I got to visit for a week. I'm pretty sure we went to every single antique and thrift shop in the county. Fall really is the best shopping weather.
Back home to life and reality I clean my house and teach classes and try to get back into the rhythm of writing again. A week away from writing seems to take two weeks to recover from but I'm finally getting to a point where I'm no longer questioning my writing and sharing some of it with the world. It's a decision already made. I've noticed the time saved when you no longer debate with yourself whether or not you will do something. It's already happening even with tired eyes and sore hands and a doubt or two trying to manipulate it's way into your brain.
Fall brings along it's magnificent symphony of rustling leaves falling down but not before showing the world what ending well looks like. All that color, all that reality. October reminds me of walks, pumpkins, acorns, cold morning air, sunshine and leaves. October embraces me today, reading this morning about Jesus and some of the disciples going up onto a high mountain apart by themselves.( Mark 9:2)
How much we need our God to take our hand and guide us alone up to these mountaintop experiences. To inspire us, revive us with truth, but most of all to change us. As He shows us how we have arrived at a spiritual highpoint are we paying attention? Or our we looking already at the next mountain ahead?
Here Christ is on this mountain alone with you and me, it has all the potential to be the most sacred moment of our lives so far. All God's glory face to face. All His reality. We can see where we've been from up high looking out. Now we see things as they really are. All that color. All that reality. All Gods glory growing fainter as we descend. Because we must walk back down into the valley where there is destruction and death and damaged souls that beg for help. We must descend back down, changed and ready for we will ascend again.
Jesus led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves.
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Fall Senses
Taste: Apple Cider, pumpkin spice anything, hot soups and warm buttery bread
Scent: cinnamon oil, vanilla, chai tea, fallen leaves
Sight: colorful trees, pumpkins and gourds, big novels to read way past your bedtime
Hear: a bonfire crackling, leaves rustling, screams in scary movies
Touch: lambs wool sweaters, piles of soft blankets, cold cheeks of a loved one coming inside
Enjoy October,
Jennifer
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Home- Bring Fall Inside
leaves
branches
dried grasses
those little brown ball things
acorns
walnut shells
golden rod
late summer flowers
turkey feathers
deer antlers
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