Scoop two boys into my van while sun shimmers on the dash, wind vibrates a styrofoam cup in the holder. They swing backpacks loaded full of a week’s work to the floor, climb over golf shoes to seats. Laughter fills the empty crevices. One says, “when Friday comes I hear angelic songs in my head” and begins to mimic the sound. The other echoes in agreement, “yeah, and then everything goes golden.”
First, I snicker at their spontaneous poetry. Then ponder the truth just spilled from young hearts. How rejoicing comes easy in what we anticipate as good. The heart receptive in contentment, the way Boaz receives Ruth after eating and drinking in celebration of the harvest.
We find beauty when we let go of what holds us tense; the cares of life. As Boaz checks his fields and notices Ruth (Ruth 2:4-5), today I check my fields and see the glory hanging overhead turning golden, crimson, sienna.
On the drive home from picking up that ingredient I forgot earlier, I stop with camera in the parking lot of the post office, capture the extraordinary. This chameleon dripping from branches turns my heart golden. Because what we prepare in spring, brings expectant hope in the fall.
And then I remember this . . .the way the promise showed itself earlier this week right there on my jeaned leg.
The autumn of the heart is meant to be a season of joy in the key of fulfillment. What you’ve sown you now reap and store, no regrets. ~Mark Buchanan, Spiritual Rhythm
Joining her to see the beauty today!
Lovely shots….love the rainbow and the MUMS -my fav’s!!!
Thanks Starla. I have started to keep my camera in my car all the time to stop on the side of the road when the beauty calls out. Luckily, I had time to grab it out of the car to get the rainbow on my leg! Thanks for visiting.
Autumn colors are just amazing. Thanks for sharing.
The Rose
Thank you, enjoyed your photo as well.
This was beautiful! I love Autumn…always have. And your shots capture it so well. Thanks for sharing. The story about your children was great too…I am right there with them hearing Angels’ songs on the weekends.
Blessings!
Thanks so much Candice! Autumn is my favorite season here at the beach. Beauty everywhere. Makes me want to be outside all the time. Yes, I think that analogy of angels singing on Friday is a keeper. So glad you visited.
Spent the weekend at Emerald Isle and although there were no autumn leaves, the ocean was a calm turquosie, the pelicans rode the breakers getting in some fall fishing, and the moon shone on the water like a spotlight. I emptied my head and chose to marvel at the sights and sounds of God’s creation. I don’t think I have felt this relaxed in ages!
Susan, what a lovely picture you painted with words. Love Emerald Isle . . and that you had that kind of relaxtion. What a blessing! Thanks for leaving a comment. Always good to hear from you.
Shelly, What a joy to meet you here this afternoon! I just love the way you weave words and pictures here: “chameleon dripping from branches” is particularly nice. So glad you stopped by my place this week, and what an absolute pleasure to read through some of your posts today.
Michelle, thanks so much for leaving a comment today . . made my day. I hope to link in with you on “hear it on Sunday . . .” because I have had a tremendous week of “hearing”. Love the story about how you and Deidra met in person. I have thought about it many times. Glad you stopped by today. Really!