http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1Hn6S2PJuI
Seth is sick with a 100 degree temp still. He is doing a bit better overall, but this beautiful fall wind outside my window is beckoning my spirit to embrace its beauty with outstretched arms, while weaving refreshment around my spirit.
Just may take a short walk out there anyways. As the crisp air brings the leaves to the ground, I feel the fall of my own thoughts into the bed of contemplation to many things... things only His presence can sort through. Such a cadence and rhythm, woo's me to gaze upward at the birthing of a fall sky that stretches across the canopy of my life.
Radiant colors so short lived, they are. In the fall.
While winter edges itself slowly around the frame of autumn's door... I hear His whisper's. And with wonder... I quietly long for solitude in His presence.
