by Nan Jones @NanJonesAuthor
Burnt orange and gold waved like a banner against the oyster gray of the foggy sky. The darker the sky, the deeper and richer the color of the leaves.
I love that.
I love that the brilliant leaves proclaimed their glory against the darkness, perhaps in spite of the darkness. I love that the darker the sky grew, the stronger their proclamation of glory.
I want to be be like that.
I want the glory of the Lord to shine through me and illuminate the evidence of His beautiful Presence to a darkened world. Like the leaves of autumn, I want the impending darkness to have an automatic response of my light shining brighter. With determination. With intention. With grace.
His amazing grace.
That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? His grace. His grace that rains down upon His children, especially in times of darkness. His grace that lights up and paints a prism of glorious color throughout our tear-stained broken places. And when the darkness of sorrow or fear or despair tries to invade, the prism of glorious color waves like a banner going into battle, proclaiming the victory of the Lord.
God is like that, you know.
I want to be like that too.
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