The colors of late are vibrant. The trees, the sky, the way the sun lights up the land -- everything seems brighter and yet softer...I've always been fond of fall and the way the sun affects things as the angles of light change. Even at high noon, the light is warmer and softer. I love being out all times of year; fall is definitely my favorite. Running this morning along the river on the Sycamore Trail north of the interstate, I was struck yet again at how even in a season of closing off and dying, the world around me was alive. The sun had not been up too long, the warmth constrasted by the cool of the air; the leaves and dirt mixing to make a very familiar and yet indescribable scent; the feel of trail under my shoes and the flex of muscle as I ran and twisted, ducked and dodged, acted on and reacted to the roots and rocks in the dirt...all of these interplay to remind me I am alive, I am loved, and that this great God of ours is truly worthy of praise. This day, these colors, were created in His mind eternally speaking for such a moment as this. Even the created order seemed to sing this morning...

Psalm 96:11-13

Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it;
let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy before the LORD, for he comes, for he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness, and the peoples in his faithfulness.