Ah, autumn in the South. Is there anything more wonderful?
Cool mornings, warm afternoons.
Bright yellow mums.
Sugar maples and red maples displaying their glory.
Football (Oops, sorry. Don’t know how that slipped into the list…).
I am loving these beautiful days. But in the midst of this autumn-joy, there is a sense of heaviness. This old world is just not quite…right.
Do you feel it?
Is the surrounding beauty diminished because of worry, anxiety, or hardship?
May I share the verses that comfort me when stress threatens to steal my joy?
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
Thank you, Father, for the beauty of Your creation. Thank you for drawing us into worship—not of what You have made—but of You. You are beautiful, glorious, and almighty. We praise Your Holy Name!