I’m looking forward to bundling in jeans and a sweater and tromping through the incredible crisp reds, oranges, and browns of fall leaves. The park down the road from us becomes a veritable carpet of them and the jewels still clinging to the trees become a brilliant prism of flaming color.
I love it!
The Dove, in her staggering sorrow, sighs in an attempt to call out to the Father for consolation and strength. Her sigh signals her dependency on him, and her desperate need to feel his love.
At the same time, her sigh draws the Father to her, since he cannot resist her call.
The gifts are all different, and all used differently and to different degrees. Some are more obvious than others, some remain hidden yet are still effective.
It’s not the magnitude of the gift itself, but rather the magnitude to which it is used.
Here’s a brief summary of posts and items of interest I’d like to draw your attention to this week.