If you have read this blog for long, you know all about my love for fall. It is such a perfect time of pumpkins, cornbread, soup, freshly sharpened pencils and newness! I know, I know, Spring seems to have the market on newness! But not to me. Never for me. I was always the kid that loved the first two weeks of summer and suffered through the rest. I wanted the schedule and environment and even homework that school provided. Fall was always a new start to school with new supplies. I would beg to buy everything early and pack my backpack weeks before school started. Then I would sit my backpack where I could see it every morning when I get up. I remember waking up, laying in my bed and staring at my backpack. I would feel a thrill of excitement as that was my promise that school was going to start soon.
For a few years after graduating college, every Fall felt like a party I was missing! But, as I've
So, as I sit in my second story office and stare out at the green, green leaves on my tree, I see two reddish brown leaves. And those two leaves amazingly remind me of God's love. God's love for us goes beyond the cross and into the smallest, most private parts of our lives. He doesn't just want to save us, but to have a relationship with us. The lover of my soul cares that I love Fall. And as a reflection of His love for me, I have a tree that sheds its leaves. An oddity in Taiwan for sure. Jesus loves me, this I know!