Before work, schedules, relationships that pull at time, I spend Saturdays in the loving home of my grandparents. And while I play outside on the driveway, my grandpa prepares for the exchange that always surprises me silly into doubled over laughter.
I knock on the front door. Wait. Knock again. And just when I start to descend down the steps, he opens the door with face full of shaving cream, eyes crazy in gag glasses and bellows, “yelll-o.” And I giggle with hand over mouth, scream joy as he chases me down the hallway threatening to kiss my face with all that creamy goo.
Wherever your wanderings take you today, may you be surprised by joy. Like these bits of yellow calling out from what turns brown in the arrival of Fall, in what we take for granted in the everyday, I pray you find His glory revealed in simplicity.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. ~Isaiah 55:12
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