I Love the Fall, and the Fall Loves Me!

Alas, Fall is in the  air!  Crisp, calm, and peace-filled days surround.  A gentle breeze is blowing.  Leaves are slowly transforming into variated hues of orange, while so quietly and delicately clothing my yard. My soul relaxes. Alas, my spirit becomes still.  A listening heart emerges.  Emerges to hear the surrounding stillness.  A silent stillness that is so prevalent this time of year.  I Love the Fall, and the Fall Loves Me!

Be Still and Know that I am Lord.  Most times easier said than done.  The Rest of Faith…….awaiting, with anticipation.  Awaiting in trust for those great and precious promises to be birthed often times amongst the backdrop of the falling leaves of loss and unanswered prayers.

Knowing all the while that He is faithful and His promise are true.  Although, I cannot see the answers yet, I know the seed of their promise is just waiting to emerge. Emerge~ after that fall; emerge after winter’s barren frost. But yes, emerge.  

How long is the wait you might ask?  No one knows………..but Someone cares.  He cares.  He cares about every hair on my head.  He cares about every tear that I cry.  He cares about every loss I incur. He cares, and because He cares,  I have hope.

A hope that does not disappoint.  A hope that eye has not seen, nor ear heard.  A hope that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But a hope that is not always visible to the natural eye; sometimes only the eye of the Spirit.

An eye that discerns through listening.  Really listening. Listening as He quietly whispers my name and fills my being with something; well something that is hard to describe.  It is a fullness, an unusual fullness; not based on circumstance or anything tangible for that matter.  But tangible it is!

It’s the kingdom of God invading every cell within.  Invading me with an explosive, but containable hope.  As the leaves of concern and doubt fall in relinquishment, His kingdom tenderly falls within clothing me in heavenly array. The hues are expressively divine as they quietly and completely clothe my being.

I feel safe, warm and secure. I am now covered~protected, until winter is over and spring emerges.  The wait; short or long; no one knows, but the weeping that endured through the night has for today, been replaced with joy.  Joy unspeakable and full of glory.  The glory of the Lord!

-The Quilted Poetess

 

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