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I love the
fall. Perhaps it is the beauty of the cloud formations that can only shape our imaginations during that time of
year. Or it might be the clear blue skies that never seem to be quite as blue any other time of the year . Maybe it is the crisp night air, where one needs a sweater to sit on the front porch and listen to the music of the night creatures, as they come alive to explore the &
quot;dark" world they live in. Yet, one can not deny the splendor of the peaceful
sunset over the Great Smokey Mountains during that time of year, or the unfounded words to explain the beauty that God paints on the leaves for our viewing pleasure. The babbling brook that rushes to meet the nearby river, that eventually dumps into the great seas of life, can not be forgotten either, as it makes it's sounds known to us, this time of year, as well; But, perhaps the reason I love fall, the best of all the four seasons, is like fall, I too am approaching the autumn of my life, and a time of reflection……………..I grow a beard each year at the beginning of fall, which usually comes in the fourth week of September. During that time, I notice more and more white hair appearing, that wasn't there the year prior. My skin is a little more winkled and drier than the year before; and the energy I had this time last year, is well spent and pasted on the history pages, in the book of my life. King Solomon, in all his wisdom, put it best when he said something along the lines........."of the wonderment of the young man is in their strength, but the beauty of the old man is his white hair!"……………………. I believe when one reaches the autumn of their life, they reflect back on the "things" of their life, and like me, say this year is going to be different! You try and make it better than the previous year, and get more out of it and enjoy it more. You come to realize, with each passing year, just how precious life really is. Hopefully, that reflection is not filled with lots of regrets, or even worse, emptiness. But rather, a fine mixture of laughter, tears, joy, peace, strength, weakness, hope and most importantly...........LOVE!
Sitting on the patio of our home recently, I put worldly thoughts in the back of my mind, and listened intently, as God spoke to me through the beautiful sunset He allowed me to watch. As it settled over the mountains, I heard dogs barking at children in the distance, as they ran and played; A horn blow, as a friendly neighbor spoke to a passerby; I heard the cows mooing and the crickets start "tuning-up" for their nightly serenade; I saw a leaf fall from the tree and thought in wonderment of how God dresses the trees every spring, and then changes their colors each fall, for our viewing pleasure; I also thought of the "older" couple I saw earlier in the day, at the mall, walking
hand in hand from one store to another, and gave thanks for such outward love they displayed for all to see; I watched, as a bird chirped and hopped around on the ground for a morsel of food before finally settling down on a tree branch for the night……………….The things that matter most in our lives, are seen with the heart and not our eyes. Things like true values that our parents tried to install in us as youth; going to church; helping our neighbors and offering a helping hand to someone in need. I remember a time when people would judge your parents by the way you acted in public, as a youth. You wera direct reflection of them, and their lives.
And so it is with my life.....Like the bird and sunset at the beginning of this story, I pray that when it comes my time to leave this earth, that I will spread my wings and fly over the sunset and settle as peacefully as the sunset did that beautiful fall day……..
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