It's the end of the summer, that time when football season fires up, new habits are promised and seem possible and I develop an insatiable desire to buy school supplies. I can't help it, I really do love the smell of Staples and Office Depot. It smells organized.This summer flew. I don't know if it flew by necessarily, but it flew...flew into messes and storms, flew into vistas and sights both breathtaking and life-giving, it soared just as it was tossed. I loved it. Late nights, lack of sleep, lots of laughter...sigh.
As we start this season of the fall, when God's World can no longer be held in the swelter, when leaves give up their chlorophyll uniforms for the more colorful undergarments of reds and yellows, it is then that I am hope.
Fall is my favorite season.
Surprising since summer was one so blessed I can hardly fathom life getting better.
"Long have I known a glory in it all
But never knew I this:
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,--Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year..."
(E.St.V.M, portion of "God's World")
