Autumn

My dear one,

I miss the vibrant hues of autumn in the north, where I spent my childhood. Alas, it was in 1999 that I enjoyed my last northern fall season. But even here, where in the south I have been "transplanted," this time of year makes my heart sing!

I often get away from work early on Fridays, and this afternoon I found myself sitting on my favorite rock down by the river. Not only my mind, but also my soul, feels clearer after this "escape."

This is my Father's world:
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heaven be one.

(Maltbie B. Babcock)