My life is in the hands of my Creator, the Lord my God

Autumn reds have transformed into deepest burgundy velvet; lemon yellows now reflect burnished gold. Stark branches stretch towards the heavens and yield their transition into winter to the hands of their Creator, the Lord our God.

My Thoughts Turned Toward Jesus

I picked up my steps as I rounded the curve along our country road. A strong north wind watered my eyes and blushed my cheeks. But my thoughts turned towards Jesus and His unfailing love and especially towards His mercy, new every morning …

Especially His mercy, new every morning.

A lone red oak stood in the elbow of the curve; its branches stripped bare from the assaulting wind — bare except for one solitary leaf just above my head now clothed in deepest burgundy velvet.

One solitary leaf ... one solitary life. Jesus.

One solitary leaf.

One solitary life … Jesus.

I thought of His crimson blood that flowed on Calvary’s Hill and then realized that the crimson transitioned to deepest burgundy velvet as it dried only after accomplishing the sacrifice for the atonement of our sin — deep burgundy velvet just like this one solitary leaf.

And His life’s blood still catches my attention as I, too, transition from one season to another, as I consider that my life is held in the hands of my Creator, the Lord my God.

I still cling to the cross, rugged and bare, and now I can see the deepest burgundy velvet of the crimson blood that accomplished so much for me — I can see the purpose of transition and the need for the hush of glory while waiting for the new life of spring.

I still cling to the old rugged cross, to my Creator, the Lord my God

I thought of a verse in Isaiah that spoke into my weary spirit this week. Isaiah 41:9-10 reads, “You are My servant, I have chosen you and have not cast you away: Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

To me, those words speak of the deepest of burgundy velvet, garnished in burnished gold.

He is the One, my Creator who orchestrates my days

For He is the One who hung the stars in place.

He is the One who tells the seasons when to turn.

And He is the One, my Creator … the Lord my God, who orchestrates all the days of my life, even those days which stand stark before Him clothed in deepest burgundy velvet.

Selah

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