"I am delighting in the arrival of September and the perfectly cozy way that it has begun. It poured down rain all day yesterday, and today the clouds remain and the chill in the air is lasting along with it. We've been lighting candles and wearing sweaters, sipping hot beverages and making the inaugural loaves of pumpkin bread, welcoming our beloved season in with the widest open arms.
This was the start to my journal entry the other morning. This was the first of those beginning of the day thoughts as I sat this past Saturday morning, taking in the a.m. hours of the 2nd day of September, happy in the fact that this month had arrived again.
As I sat there looking out the windows at the cloudy morning, a sweater wrapped around me, feeling giddy that my favorite season was upon us, the giddy turned to gratitude.
I was grateful for the change in the season, for the fact that they always do change. It's a constant, one of those things you know will come, bringing their own rhythm with them. It's one of those beautifully faithful things, a reflection of the One who placed the seasons just as they should be.
I was grateful for the refreshment of it, the new page it was turning in this year. Limbs begin to stretch that haven't been used as much, fresh thoughts and plans stir, you feel a bit more awake at the start of a new season. How wise of the Lord, and how kind, to give us the chapters in a year.
I was grateful for that pure joy I felt, the same feeling that springs up in my soul each year at this time. The arrival of September and the coming of fall will never cease to feel like that friend to me. That dear old friend who shows up at your doorstep with your favorite hot beverage and one of those rather wonderful hugs.
And I was grateful for the gifts of words that morning. Words that give a bit more life to the things that stir inside of you during quiet moments like this. Words that allow you to put your heart thoughts on paper, to hold onto, to read over later, to not just think anymore, but to see before your eyes, which, I believe, there's something really sweet about.
I was grateful for words that morning because of what that cozy, cloudy September 2nd morning, with it's delightful chill in the air revealed to me about my God. I want to keep these realizations, these thoughts, these moments where I come to love Him even more because of who He is as dear, close reminders. He is in it all, all the pieces of the days of the chapters of every year, and He's using it. That chill in the air, the first red leaves I spot, the way the crisp air smells just a certain way. These things aren't lost on Him, they are fashioned by Him, and He's showing Himself to me, to us, through each one.
This was how that journal entry of mind ended the other morning..........
The way September has begun has felt like a gift to me, a sweet and tender way that the Lord has shown me the grace-filled ways that He knows and loves me so intimately. He knows my love for fall and all things cozy, my happiness when a day is full lot rain, the pure joy I feel in the changing of the seasons and the new rhythm that fall brings with it. It is such a comforting thought, a humbling thought, to realize again that the Almighty One, the One who calms seas and breathes life, the One who holds all things together, the One who sets rainbows in the sky and raised up mountains to sit so high with such beauty, that He is the One who knows the most intimate pieces of me, pieces I don't even fully know, and He loves me with the most tender, most kind, most perfect love. Oh, what a thought!"