Ah, peak of fall. We just finished that splendid time of year in which they mark little roads around here with signs designating them as part of the “Fall Color Tour”, and if you take one, you should be prepared to drive very slowly. That is, at least if I’m in the car and have my camera along (wink).
Now, alas, the wind has taken most of them to the ground. If you missed it, however, you’re in luck—because I did all the hard work for you and took pictures of the best spots. I hereby invite you to sit back, enjoy a mini tour from the comfort of your chair, and join me in praising the Lord for the autumnal beauty of the earth. (Not included is the sound of wind rustling through leaves already fallen, the wonder of leaves falling all around like glorious confetti, and the mingled fragrance of gentle autumn sunshine and rain showers. My apologies; try to use your imagination.)“Shout joyfully to God, all the earth… Sing the glory of His name; Make His praise glorious… Say to God, “How awesome are Your works!…All the earth will worship You, and will sing praises to You…
They will sing praises to Your name….Come and see the works of God, who is awesome in His deeds toward the sons of men…Bless our God, O peoples, and sound His praise abroad.” (Psalm 66:1-5, 8)
For last year’s fall colors, and some fun memories of my grandpa, see here.
This morning, as the mid-morning sun was making the dew on the spider webs sparkle, I rode my bike down the bumpy gravel road to Sheryl’s house. The bike trailer bounced behind me, heavy with my precious cargo of two little ones and a Bible tucked in the back pocket. I hoped I had estimated how long the ride would take me correctly; I didn’t want to miss out on the sweet fellowship time beforehand!
This is the third summer we’ve spent studying the 23rd Psalm. What precious times we’ve had together going slow through the beloved familiar passage, sometimes word by word, soaking it in, mining the depths of Scripture for quantities of treasure that we never dreamed could exist in the space of so few words. And now it was all over until next year. Today was the last day, our sweet weekly summer gathering coming to a close just as the calendar was gently finishing August. The ditches were full of goldenrod and lavender clouds of asters, and the banks of ferns were curling up brown around their lacy edges. Yes, my eyes told me, as I focused up on the landscape around me and away from the dusty road beneath my tires: fall was really almost here.I’m really sorry to bid this summer adieu, because it’s been such a good one. Beautiful fellowship with these dear sisters in Christ has been just one of the highlights of this season for me. As I meditated back over the passage we had been studying, somehow the other happy memories and pictures of this summer seemed to intertwine in my mind with the words of the psalm. And so in honor of the end of a glorious season and those precious weeks of study we savored together, I present this photographic essay of my summer and Psalm 23:
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…He leadeth me beside the still waters…He restoreth my soul…He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me…Thou preparedest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies…Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over…Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.