I watched a handful of yellow leaves zip across the hill in our backyard. On top of that hill, the bare, gray tree limbs swayed against the gray sky creating a tonal quality only possible by the lack of bright colors. Such is a November day. The brightly colored leaves against the gray sky create such a contrast. It's all beautiful. Change of seasons characteristic of those in this part of the world, more specifically the mid-Atlantic and much of the northeast, stun us at the most unusual moments. It captures us, and for that breathtaking moment, stirs something inside of us like the wind in the leaves.
I believe that is God speaking. I believe that the moments we allow the transcendent into our lives to linger long enough for us to ponder, God meets us. I can sense when that happens. I might be walking down my driveway and notice the water from a nearby brook sparkling in the sun. I might notice a fire red tree standing among the tall birch trees. I might notice the sight of a hawk dancing in the wind. So I stop. I look. I listen. I say, "Wow!" And sometimes that's the best thanks I can say to such amazement.
I don't know about you, but I like those moments. I mean, really like them. Sometimes the feeling only lasts five or ten seconds. But it creates lift like the wind under the wings of bird and aircraft alike. It pushes me forward, gives hope that Someone much bigger than me has me in His sights. After all, that is what it means to be truly blessed: God notices me.
And that's the point. God notices you, too. He finds ways to get your attention, to let you know He's there, to find ways to insert Himself into the lights and shadows of your life, to announce His presence through the subtle. He's really good at that.
But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In His hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. Job 12:7-10
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