Fall is my favorite season. I walked outside the last couple of mornings and the first thing I noticed was the smell of fireplaces burning. This smell, mingling with the brisk cool morning air is one my favorite combinations.
It’s hard to put into words the contentment that flows over me whenever my senses step into this scene. Yesterday, as I walked up the street, I tried to put it into words. It reminds me of a particular season in my life filled with getting up again and starting over. As scary as starting over can be, there’s this beautiful simplicity about it that I find strangely inviting. The surprising beauty I stumbled upon in that season of scary uncertainty is something I will cherish forever. It was a gift that I didn’t deserve. It was a loving embrace that I could never repay even if I tried.
As I was writing these words the song The Heart of Worship came to mind.
“When the music fades, all is stripped away and I simply come…”
That’s the feeling that sweeps over me when I step out my front door and into the fireplace/brisk morning air combo. Grace. I breathe it in again.
Lord, Your mercies are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness.