Reflecting on the Fall

I stare out the kitchen window this morning as I wait for the Keurig to produce another cup of coffee.  

The pale blue sky mingled with thin white clouds, the golden leaves clinging to trees, the warm autumn sun glimmering through the woods.... a small bird flies across this expanse and I think of the Wednesday morning one year ago when our Lydee-bird flew away to Heaven.

She had been sleeping since Sunday.

We had stayed up all Tuesday night, contemplating that her departure was near.

I think we finally drifted off around 5?
I'm not sure.

She drifted Home around 6:30am.

Her sweet cherub face etched with a simple smile.

The leaves fell as He lifted her to Heaven.  

And this is His will.  

And I fall into the Arms of Trust
knowing that He promises to work all of this together for good ~

 giving thanks in all things.  

The working together of all things to tell HIStory through our story.

This season will always echo 

the changing of my heart,

 the changing of the leaves,

the changing of our lives.  

But He never changes.

Every good gift and every perfect gift 

is from above,

coming down from the Father of lights

with whom there is no variation 

or shadow due to change.

James 1:17

Hold His gifts with open hands lifted to Him.

Cultivate a heart of thankfulness.

Grow in His love.