The Leaves, they are changing.
There is a distinct difference between the smell of fresh cut grass in the spring, and the smell of fresh cut grass in the fall.
It's all around me. I can feel it whenever I go outside.
Fall is coming.
I used to despise fall, mostly because I despise winter, and since fall comes before winter, it's natural to despise it as well.
This year however, I've been looking forward to it. Waiting for the beauty of the colorful mountains and the crisp cool nights.
Winter always comes. In the seasons, and in life. You can pretty much count on it.
I used to not enjoy the warms seasons of life, because I was too worried about the cold seasons that might pop up. I was constantly worried about the winter, and not enjoying the beauty of everything in between.
I've learned that it doesn't matter whether it's summer or winter. Jesus is there. He's painting a beautiful masterpiece in the mountains, and He's writing the book that is my life.
I can't praise him for the beautiful parts, and be angry at him for the hard parts.
All I see is what's placed right in front of me, He see's the whole picture. He knows the path He's leading me on.
When the sharp winds blow, I can feel him whisper in the breeze. "My love, spring is coming"
And I cling to Him.
Because even when it hurts, when the cold air is stinging my cheeks. He's there to shield the wind.
And I stay in the warmth of my Saviors arms.
Spring is coming.
Secured Tightly in His Grip,