Autumn has been taking her
sweet time showing off her fabulous colors this year, as if refusing
to change might somehow delay the inevitable. However, we have been
having some cooler weather, a fact which has been beckoning me into
the woods. And so, today I ventured out to my favorite trail in Great
Smoky Mountains National Park. I was surprised to find that the
forest floor was already layered with gold, orange, and brown. As I
started out on the trail, I looked intently for the gravel hidden
beneath the leaves, not wanting to leave the “beaten path”
because hopefully that would mean I would be less likely to step on a
snake. I can't help but imagine how well an eastern diamondback would
camouflage himself under this blanket of leaves.
The breathtaking photo ops
were endless and I'm pretty sure that today's total number of
pictures taken would top my list, if I had one. My eyes were in a
constant state of motion, gazing at the colorful treetops against the
blue and white backdrop and back to the vibrant carpet beneath my
feet. This hike was destined to be a saunter instead of my normal
quick-paced attempt at aerobic exercise. And surprisingly, I was not
put off by this fact, in spite of my need to burn calories. I was
distinctly aware of the need to savor each moment.
Toward the end of my hike,
the wind picked up and suddenly I was captivated by leaves swirling
and dancing all around me. It was a magical moment and evidence that
this particular hike was truly a gift from God. Rain was predicted
later in the day and I knew that the combination of wind and rain meant
that the lifespan of this year's deciduous leaves was already coming
to an end. Even though it seemed to me that they had just started
changing, I was keenly aware that fall is fickle, sometimes giving us
weeks of visual pleasure and other times losing her leaves almost
before they've been allowed to show-off. This year seems destined to be
the latter.
Instead of driving
straight home after my hike, I decide to go the opposite way and
enjoy a picturesque winding road through the forest. Again, the
leaves were falling from above like golden snowflakes, this time
covering the asphalt. I drove slowly, opening my moon roof to capture
the beauty of the canopy overhead. I remember reading a book many
years ago that described how each of us worships God in a different
way. My inclination has always been to worship God through His
creation. It's where I sense His presence most intensely and so again
I thank Him for allowing me to experience this spectacular fall day
in such a memorable way. “Shout joyful praises to God, all the
earth! Sing about the glory of His name! Tell the world how glorious
He is!” (Psalm 66:1-2)