Friday Devotion

By now we all have walked through the grocery aisles and been struck by the overwhelming smell of cinnamon candles, or even gasped at such wild creations as Pumpkin Spice Tide pods. Pumpkin spice has apparently inundated our culture. Admit it, maybe you’ve even waited in a long line of cars to be the first to try the sweet, spicy lattes at Starbucks?! The reason? We love this time of changing seasons and by now, are all longing for reprieve from hot, humid, sticky days. Well...most people that is. Maybe I’ve often been the exception.

Winter, spring, summer, and fall are certainly God’s seasons. However, I have always been a big fan of summer and spring and not as fond of fall and winter. Spring raindrops fall from daffodils and life resumes...Summer means family, flowers and dips in a cool pool. Then there’s fall. Fall equates to lots of busy work. Raking up the skeletons of what used to be shade providing foliage. Winter...well need I say more? We live in Minnesota. Brrr...

But there’s been some changing shift in me. It hasn’t been without hesitation. I would be foolish to say driving down the street at this time of year doesn’t nearly take my breath away with Gods abundant beauty or the brisk air in the morning doesn’t simply feel like a recharge to my spiritual soul. There is just something magical about those leaves of red, orange, yellow, and burgundy that fall from the trees. I’ve paid attention to this mural for 40 years and yet, I feel as if I have noticed them for the very first time every year.

It’s been fun watching people setting out pumpkins, corn stalks, or plunking the ever so colorful mums by their doorsteps. I am looking forward to joining this growing population of self proclaimed fall decor experts soon! Maybe some buffalo plaid ribbon, birch Log sections against the stark bright orange-ness of a small sugar pumpkin?

The other day, I was driving to visit a friend from church who has been ill, and along the way, I noticed many yards decorated for fall. I don’t remember seeing this as much in the past. Have I missed this season all these years, or is it just that as I get older I appreciate God’s world just a little more?

The latter is what I am concluding. The Bible says, “This is day that the Lord hath made, and I will rejoice in it.” Each day He has given me beauty to enjoy, so 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 and palettes. We see many Martha Stewart like DIY’ers that try to capture the seasons in their own front yard displays. However, one drive down any quiet road in October soon reveals God’s creativity is unmatched, for every leaf a different shade and hue.

Like those leaves, I’ve had acquaintances from every walk of life. All so different and varied. Some of those have people have said “there is no God”...I know they simply do not see with eyes like mine. Have they not driven the same brazen roads I have? 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 canvas could attempt to match...or the trees that were each assigned a specific color once 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 summer and springtime, I have decided to enjoy the Master’s autumn masterpiece...I make no promises about winter at this point, but I will keep working towards a better outlook on what’s to come outside of backaches from shoveling and frozen windshields.

Psalm 147 4, 8, 16-18

4 He determines the number of the stars

and calls them each by name.

8 He covers the sky with clouds;

he supplies the earth with rain

and makes grass grow on the hills.

16 He spreads the snow like wool

and scatters the frost like ashes.

17 He hurls down his hail like pebbles.

Who can withstand his icy blast?

18 He sends his word and melts them;

he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow

Have a beautiful fall weekend ahead!

In Him,