It was no more than a few minutes - less than 5, really - but it was captivating. A few of us grown ups were watching the kiddos play in the leaves today on the playground and then admired the barrage of leaves fluttering in the wind on the way to the ground - to become more playthings, of course.
The swirls of yellow-green were mesmerizing.
Leaf confetti.
It's as if there's a celebration going on -
not of the endings before our eyes
but of the promise of the new life that will come.
And oh, how fitting this is.
I look forward to the most grand celebration of all with my God one day, but for now I'm so deeply thankful for the beauty surrounding us and these vivid, tangible reminders of His love. And how wonderful it is to know that our God created such gorgeous colors and scenery not because He had any need for them, but because He loves us enough to give us these sights that make us stop and stare in awe. I may not have laughed and squealed in delight like the children playing in the leaves today, but oh, that joy and awe radiated through me entirely. I needed that so much, far more than I'd like to admit.
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