It’s that time again. The daytime temperatures are not climbing quite as high. The grass isn’t growing quite as quickly. It’s only a matter of time before frost paints the grass silvery gray and our breath fogs the early morning air. I love autumn. The reds and oranges and yellows of the trees remind me that God, our Creator, is infinitely imaginative. Even the remnants of beauty that we see in cursed creation point us to the perfect Designer.
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.”
Open your eyes and see what God has made. Open your mouths and declare His glory. Open your ears and hear the sound of everything that has breath praising his name. Our God is good. What He has made is very good. Praise be His holy name!