I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,

from whence cometh my help?

 My help cometh from the Lord,

which made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:1-2

 

We had some very cold, windy days recently just as the autumn color reached its peak. From one day to the next, it seems, the trees shed their colorful leaves.

The wind grew strong,

The temperatures plunged.

Frost sugar-coated the bright maples.

Now there is a carpet of leaves of every hue

Strewn along the path.

The falling leaves paint a picture 

Of how to humble myself

When the whirlwind of adversity blows.

Go low...lower still.

Fall down before the One 

Who humbled Himself

That I might have new life.

Karen Rice