Autumn and me: a self-portrait
It wasn’t the smoothest of mornings; let’s just say I could actually feel my blood boiling by 7:15 am. I’d cracked, and oozing out from the resulting fissures poured stress and anger.
apples from our Harvest festival
“How about we say our morning prayers,” my daughter suggested on our drive to school, in an effort to cool the rising tension turning me all Dr. Jekyll-ish .
So that was humbling.
Pumpkin spice lattes. Oh good gracious, those are delicious. Featured in this photo: my beautiful sister-in-law, Paige, and delectable niece, Annie.
But bless her heart, she knows exactly what her mama needs to refocus, to start over when I don’t have the energy for starting over because I’m already spent from surrendering to, and flailing around directionless in, frustration.
There’s a cornfield across the street. Yesterday was the first time I ever saw it up close. Yep, it’s full of corn alright.
O Heavenly King, I obediently started aloud, O Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, who art everywhere present and fillest all things. Treasury of blessings and giver of life, come and abide in us and cleanse us from our sins, and save our souls, O Good One.
I laid my tired soul down, just as I was, on the sureness of my compassionate Christ.
Crimson colored leaves never ever get old to me.
Then, after dropping the kids off, opened my driver’s side window, cranked up some soothing Sara Watkins tunes (my fall soundtrack), marveled at the autumn glory settling in like an old friend and breathed in, then out again.
If you have any Autumn photos to share, I’d love to see them! My linky tool is acting up so please just paste a link to your blog in my comment section. Next week’s The Way I See It theme will be: Evening.
Have a blessed weekend, my sweet friends.