Saturday, October 10, 2015

Crunch , crunch, crunch...

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Sunrise in the fall on a clear day is glorious...adding the crunch of the leaves underfoot...first the sun peaking over the horizon, then through the reddening leaves, the birds flitting from branch to branch, a slight breeze scattering the fallen golden debris from here to there .....meeting other walkers scurrying to get their morning walks completed...the golden hour just finished leading into another busy day ....joined by the calliope of traffic noise in the background..and occasional siren or honking horn...but the loudest noise is really the crunch, crunch, crunch  of the leaves as they disintegrate one by one with each step taken...

Soon the rains or snows will blow the leaves away, the Reds and yellows will give way to the browns of barren limbs and sleeping trees ...and the seasons will repeat themselves thousands of times....each to be enjoyed by another generation...

I chuckle at the neighborhood children who gather piles of leaves to then fall into the collage of color, knowing that soon they will do the same to mounds of snow when it appears...doing the same as their fathers and grandparents did a time ago....there really is nothing new under the sun....

I appreciate the order, the color, the seasons of time that God gave us...but then I don't know anything else.  Each leads to another and yet another...with a pattern and surprises along the way...detours here and there...each with a purpose that He has in mind...

Thank YOU for each new day, it's sunrises, sunsets, it's time for walks, sites and sounds, Your presence and wonderous colors and creation, Your voice in the breeze, the crunching of leaves....You, the Father, sharing each moment...in infinite time...

Habakkuk 3:4 His splendor was like the sunrise; rays flashed from his hand, where his power was hidden. 

2 Samuel 23:4 he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth.’ 

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 11 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 

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