Late.
Late again.
I hate being late.
Shrugging my shoulders, I looped my arm through the arm of the usher at the door and winced as if to say I’m sorry.
“No problem,” he said as he led me into the crowded room, my husband close on our heels.
We walked the long aisle. Passed row upon row of excited and well-dressed season ticket holders. No doubt most had arrived early to claim their unassigned seats in a sold-out crowd.
Heads turned. Eyes rolled. Words, soft and subdued, flew.
As I glanced over my shoulder, my husband’s dark eyes met mine. My face flushed as heat rose in my cheeks. No need to voice it. I knew.
How long was this aisle, anyway? Were there no seats? Heaven forbid we need to retrace our steps and face unsympathetic stares.
The usher’s long strides shortened, then stopped. Unhooking the satin rope blocking off the row, he motioned.
My questioning eyes pierced his.
Smiling, he nodded.
“Thank you,” I said, melting into the velvet chair. My husband dropped in beside me and chuckled. “Primo seats.”
As the house lights lowered, I sighed, looped my arm through his, and grinned. What a thrill to be front and center as the Maestro tapped his baton, waved it in the air, and ushered in his breathless masterpiece.
It’s fall! Pull out your season tickets. Bundle up, grab your pumpkin spice lattes, and take your places in front of a crackling fire. The show is about to commence. God’s majesty and splendor will soon burst on display. As the green leaves of summer surrender to the spectacular colors of autumn, passionate reds, rich ambers, warm oranges, and happy yellows will explode across nature’s broad canvas.
The season, short but intense, leaves a lasting impression. By God’s grace, we are present. What a thrill to sit front and center as the Master Artist wields His brush and ushers in yet another breathless masterpiece.
“You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will, they were created and have their being.” –Revelation 4:11, NIV
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Now it’s your turn: Besides enjoying the fall colors, what is your favorite fall activity?
Blessings,
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*** This article was first published in The Randolph Hub, October 27, 2021
“Praise for the Harvest” I think that’s what I think the most about as we usher in this season. Spring calving means fall sales. Fall brings the hay harvest that provides feed through the winter. Fall ushers in a time of rest. God’s blessing sweet lady, to you and your family.
I’m sorry I’m just now seeing this JD. Thank your for your comment. I pray you get a well-deserved rest and that you and yours have a blessed holiday season. 🙂
Awe… what a visual! I love it and yes, as the clouds get darker and darker, flakes will begin to fall…God Bless and thank you!❤
Thank you, Del! I wish the season would last longer, but there is beauty in each one. I appreciate your encouragement. Have a blessed holiday season.
Loved this Starr!
But I have to tell you I get an annual pass to enjoy all the seasons !
That you do, Ben! Thanks for your comment. I pray you and yours have a blessed holiday season.